(oak)
I’m often called a hard ass with a heart of gold
puncturing salmon on the Copper River
blowing flakes off a random pit on Blackburn
Charles Olson hated groupies
His arm spending minerals on L-4
these Parisian taxi leftovers sweating head on toilet
chasing rhythm to Tangier
plugging down some real a one shoulder
Simmon dragging the Synclavier into wild oblivion
I never met a horse I liked but I never killed one
even ambiguous midnight bridge trippers listening for erosion
a fitted sump never lies in Chevrolet sand
Jimi Hendrix mandala camel torsion
Redondo Beach driftwood haze
this is Palos Verdes cum
And so we flew in from here our arms bloody
the cutting oh the cuts she would not stop
even when I cried for flannel and fire
orcas ripping through shadowy seas
vintage parlor echo mixes rumbling drops
little grains of sand the mighty risers
perfecting prison yoga like fish
endowing the arts in a flexed out pulmonary rip
(cedar)
Let’s have fun with old watches
Lee Westwood Range Rover vomiting
it is another morning in moony absolution
with hags and lighthouse exposures
forced humility last chance off the pace
why do we go into the caves with a light
I do not know why Mestizo riders insist on prison
or why the ancients never preserved a gravity slip
Argentina time in mud fog rain second skin
interviewing LSD hikers on Figueroa
all of us murdering plankton
all of this plankton selling us out
root high while inspecting wings
on dragons and butter and Bahiaxenidae
most basal most basal mostly asking for some skin
okay it is an alleyway where We rock shows
insisting on clever zocalo finish
the Garcias going down in a Bahama suicide
private log swingers with four of eyes
and so we golf on Saturn like what?