99 Degrees

The seagreen pilot light
illuminates a Byzantine icon face

slow waves talking
muffled by the sand & wind

responsible to
self-conscious palm trees
Nuestra Señora Reina de los Angeles
Bodhidharma
& Cortez the Killer

This is a message to all you potential
grave robbers— it’s alright,
take what you want
there’ll never be enough

(scanning the scene behind dark glasses darker
seascapes, empty windows, suicide clouds

even when I toss the I Ching coins they
come up snake eyes