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Sunday, March 17, 2013

Devout footwork & the voodoo Buddhist shakedown


            seagull, sunshine, Mayakovsky
            in a Hawaiian shirt

at 85 mph you’re
thistledown
drifting across the highway

                                                horses
            re-assemble their dreams
                        spooked by the eucalyptus
            rocking with the wind                   
                                                            clouds so low
            it’s difficult to keep yourself from reaching up
            to touch them

                        the way I reach out to touch her cheek
                        every time I run a red light

palm trees, parkinglots                   it’s all a blur

            My wooden eyes were carved for her

draining the color from telepathic neons
                        shattered in the rush of the tide
as we weigh the temporary cure
& the finder’s fee
            beneath a sun that has stalled out now
                                    just inches above the dark
                        corrugated sea