Fire in the Sky

The morning
wedged into a corner of the window
still dark but light enough to
shut impatient dreams
delicately entwined
              The few lines I scribbled in the night
seem this morning to be written in sanskrit?
                              A leadpipe reckoning
                                                A little coffee & kerosene at low tide
Interior landscapes where I don’t find you
              & less than a mile from here
                              it all turns to glass
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Pacific Overture
The dragon in the waves is our
connection to the East

The East is west of here
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The Dalai Lama’s stoked
he’s got a California reggae garage version of
Mystery Train
going full blast in his head 24-7

I wonder how many sunsets it takes to
get that transparent