PLEASE HELP BLUE PRESS STAY AFLOAT

Friday, January 16, 2009

Slashing the Hula

Strip the chrome from your fingers
stoned beyond the pale
desultory moonlit sonata spinning in the parking lot
like a six-way mexican standoff

That’s the synergy of a kind of
chaos theory I refuse to
believe in like an ocean sunset
in a ziplock bag

                              All my heroes are staggering in
                                                the dark somewhere
              it’s all I can do to keep my
                              head in the clouds & my sneakers
                                                somewhere between the boardwalk
                              & eternity