Road Flare

Mojo Hand
Love’s recourse & apparitional
never so near as that faraway gaze
I thought trance-
like & in need of cigarette money

One Breath Deeper
She’s welding question marks
to the weather map
out where the shoreline is
shaped like a broken record
as my personal preference
nails the refrain
to the cross of her legs lifted
& she grinds her hips like it’s
the last time

Hollow Point
Her necklace of fingerbones
              & scarred Mexican blossoms
                                                                in the rain
falling between tears in Salinas
                              bleached by moonlight
explains less than her easy thighs
              when I’m gone gone gone