Snake Eyes

Latin Jazz
All the Mexicans were speaking Italian
but the coastal haze kept my eyes blue
                              just a fogdrift slide-step from here
              perched at the water’s edge
                                                w/a slow death compass blade
                              & a one-track mind

Sign Language
The silverplated drizzle pawning your unavoidable
trophies while the knot of your heart
disappoints the witnesses threatening twang & climax
when the money’s gone
& the neon residue beneath your fingernails
lights up every hopeless caress

Late night double feature
A Fist Full of Dollars, and
For A Few Dollars More