Don't Forget Your Hat

She was standing there like a pyramid on the moon

two, four, six, eight, & a quarter

It’s all about the music

parsed in sonic platitudes along the gypsy string breeze
where the least silken but reed brown greens of her
kelp-lit eyes serve hamburgers to martian refugees

All I need is a surfboard & a flashlight I said

but I forgot to add tacos & a river of tequila

the flipside of a dream I’ll never remember

if only to say adios one more time