The
sky is whispering (green) & softly
dusted
w/silver haze…
&
so the message gets thru encrypted like her shoulders
which
are bare white miracles darkened by the sun
& riding the
High-Stakes Bodhisattva Blue Cloud Express
thru
all that rippling concrete and asphalt
human forms, bird
shapes, & fish shadows in
extraterrestial bonsai
gardens planted in tide pools
rocks
strewn along the shore
plus
two & a half starfish…
Pelican
surfing a thermal, stalls, turns, & drops (splash)
a
mid-morning snack.
No waves. The ocean is
asleep. Playing possum.
“I couldn’t find my sunglasses
& then I did.”
“They were right there where the invisible
skeleton hand left them.”
& so the
next day…
endless failing,
falling, fading walk
around outside
in the sun under
clouds cactus, orchid, anemone sunset/shadow
turquoise &
silver (a “get-rich-quick scheme”
wrong from the get-go, burned in effigy, prayed to,
disemboweled on a stone
altar decorated with human teeth, pornographic
pictures & votive candles anxiously flickering
in little red glass jars
strumming the ribs of clouds
wrong from the get-go, burned in effigy, prayed to,
disemboweled on a stone
altar decorated with human teeth, pornographic
pictures & votive candles anxiously flickering
in little red glass jars
strumming the ribs of clouds
Lo que está en mi corazón
& Muddy
Waters singing “Big Leg Women”
just
to keep it honest
Polished bronze sky
a dark mirror tilting into the sea
Okay, I guess,
if taken in the proper dosage
(the proper
dosage is always 5 times more than that which is recommended)
