The Gloaming

What if beneath the gloaming sky
and all the Pacific wonders-why
The starry, starry night stares us blind
We shudder, shiver, slowly we succumb

That sea salt smell really travels boy
It wends and wafts and crawls upwind
You can smell the sea when it isn’t even there
The ocean flows the tides of air

The evil gulls black-blinked and banked,
Turned and called with their crybaby pains
creative cries, delinquent gains
Sacrifice that car! We need a canvass to shit our graffiti!

The waves chew the earth with their inexorable hunger
Slapping the sand’s thighs with its foamy sighs
Determination of the damned this can’t go on forever… can it?
Only all the way to Tahiti!

So it goes, on and on forever, as the eye
can clearly see, the seas
Green and frothy, a soup of something surely
I march to be mixed, attached at the hips

Did I write This?

Anne Frank
waiting in Berlin
my turn
going to the doctor monday
They will look at his heart
2-25-08 they will look
like a child looks at a cat's bunghole
with wonderment

All the Best Places

All the best places
Have attached somewhere near the door
A no photography sign
Or maybe a camera with a red X

All the best places
Are really, real places and are quiet
People dying tiny deaths inside
Victims of their own demise maybe

The minute they say no
You want it more of course
My shutter fidget twitches
Irritated iris itches

I don’t like being put on a digital diet
I want to eat my fill
To satiate my hungry eyed fear
To fill my belly brain with kicking color

I want to consume all the best places
To clean my plate proper
To leave no experiences left
For the rest of you