So. Cal. Colors

Preflight Dip

Sweatshirts, sportpants, pink tennis shoes
Herded in stripes by black barrier ribbons.
A breathing palette of small college names
About to remove their shoes.
Shoeless, shoeless we're scanned
Because monsters want to reach paradise.

Rental Car Orange

Only God speaks busdriverese.
I yearn to speak the language of the seas.
To sprout with the wildweeds of the lagoon.
Car rental agent explains in Spanish
The path to Disneyland.
The others, try to navigate by
The stream of his words.
But wordwings flap
And as the customer serenades the agent,
"The game, the Game, the GAME!"
Word basketballs bounce from his hands
Towards the walls, the ceiling
All the way to Disneyland.

Young Olive Drab

- So, man, when is "lights out"?
Hotel Manager: "Hmm, it's up to you, pal.
Just turn the TV down after twelve."

This civvy world - a webring of unruliness.

Inness Green

Museum of Art member: "Innes is so profound. His colors and shades were a revelation to me".

Colors and shades, Mr. Rembrandt,
Help me...
For I saw a man to shroud my purgatory.
Green, mystical, hundred year woods,
Whole landscapes devoted to mud.
And no one saw the unicorn, which
Bounded and let me
Out, out, out...

Dawny Speckles

Bunnies. Near the lagoon.
In your eyes.
Sun bunnies chase each other on your muscles,
As the fog outside blushes and yawns.

Earl Grey Brown

The river is calmer now.
Last night I stood
On the precipice of time.
And eavesdropped on the brown,
Quicksand, weedy, jagged stories
The river told the ocean.
Do they know that pancakes with whipcream
marine at the restaurant?
Is his - the next ultimate sacrifice?
It's morning now, yet Earl Grey
can not uncolor my fog.
It's taunt and call:
"It seems, word masters worth reading,
listening to, or having on the wall -
Were sinners all."

A true curse on the devil
Is to force the moans
From the greatest of the great.

Grey Goose

On the windowsill
Two grey geese
forever head for Australia.
Barman: "Yeah, it's smoother than Stoly".
French spirit of taste
Frowns at a rough bay.
A blue and white yacht, "Seashell"
reeks of burgers.
Small flag, mean mutt.
The spirit of a red rebel.
The seagulls shit on two legged
Fish and clams freeloaders
Who sip "Green mud", "Passion Red", and
"Paradise Blue" icees.
Weeds and waves rock:
"There's always a party going on."

Strawberry Jam

Soft snores. Blocked nose -
Left over orange allergies.
The coolest mud bike rides the dreamwalls
Leaving dirty dripping tracks
Criss crossing the ceiling.
As a round strawberry jam sandwich
Slowly dips on the horizon.
Lagoon. Ocean.
A strawberry sunset on the table.

Aprodite White

Waves of white seagulls
Above and below.
An ancient Viking ship
Hewn in sunspeckles
Comes ashore.
With these small seashells
You are the David of old,
Pretending to strike Goliath.
But you say, "Why not put a bomb
In the pouch?"
And a thousand icicles enter my heart...

We scare the waves, roaring at them,
Making the seagulls laugh.
The waves strike back
Energizing our Klingon oaths.

Aphrodite had to be born quick,
After all,
She did not have a wet suit.


Half-man in a blue van.

- Do you need help?
 - No thanks, you're too kind.

Rolling, rolling came the wheelchair
And the torso of a man.
A boardwalk bench, some icecream,
Friends.
He listened happy,
but all spent.
Grey massive whales ate the sand.
I stretched to their beat,
they rent the weeds with anger
as he went,
 - That night we landed on the sand
And towards morning Josh and me
fooled round with poker, shot the breeze.

The hissing snake waves, "Liar", said.

 - Whee-eee, hot it was
and Josh's t-shirt off it went.
Him bod - like white flag to tha stars,
Them shined like they a-was all drunk
Tha kid, he gunned for Josh,
but shot my legs.
He bit on a loose hair strand.

The snakewaves seethed "You - drunk.
A fist fight in a bar and you went flyin'
From a fourth floor window at night."

He licked his icecream
as I fought my shadow fight
kiai-ing to the waves.