Driving
with the check engine light on
because auto repair
is grand theft
Like most of the middle class
I’m being written off
road [Read more…]
Driving
with the check engine light on
because auto repair
is grand theft
Like most of the middle class
I’m being written off
road [Read more…]
Meditate on ocean
before hitting surf
let the break find you
Calculate the interval
between sets
Keep your stick
pointed toward breakers
when paddling out [Read more…]
Señor Trump shouldn’t drink Mezcal
Because the gusano
is an arduous laborer
with an appetite for politician’s brains
which explains
the wall his party
hallucinates around Mexico [Read more…]
Nothing
for water to consume
nor wind to disseminate
No bone to char
nor ash for earth [Read more…]
A woman
is reading poetry with her hands
stanzas written into cliffs
before human beings walked upright
She combs beaches
retracing emotions
ocean drew out of sand [Read more…]
There are exits
nobody can open
When calls for help
echo unanswered
break the door
set yourself free
[Read more…]
Beautified Kerouac
lost his mind
in a cabin beneath the Bixby Bridge
Sleeper waves
wash the grey matter up
onto beaches from Big Sur to Mendocino [Read more…]
The progressive run
through Yosemite’s gridlocked valley:
a modulation of the redwoods and granite
slide-slipping down Tioga Pass
The diving elevation
composed as haiku on paper bags–
a sure sign poets were at the wheel [Read more…]
10.000 blossoms
36 blocks plucked and blown
Into Sierra’s
Cement foundations
Hold up machine gunned peaks
Snowy kimonos [Read more…]
Ashes on car windows
Big Sur is burning
Roads closed
evacuation imminent
Trapped
in the apocalyptic
centrifuge of helicopter blades
slashing
fire retardant sun [Read more…]
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