Embajada
in the dark I rise then stumble
in the
coolness I need coffee
dogs snoring brings on the morning
at last I can
douse the light
………
searching for the source of the smell and sound of sea lions
cleaning fish
on the beach for the seagulls
staring for minutes on up through the velvet Milky Way
blissfully
alone where the desert meets the sea
………
rounded cove with the longest sandy beach
a crescent
swell foams left and right 50 yards to shore
sea lions and pelicans make a living out beyond the break
not a single
house and no one else upon the rough road
………
church bell rung by hand at 6
cool among
dusty whispering date palms
dented noisy work truck
roosters
crowing once again
………
reduced to large head and shrunken body
well-versed
in all tavern subjects
spreading his tired message from within the bottle
the old man
Bernie holds forth from his barstool
………
swirling up into a headache
dry dirty
mouth and sickened stomach
sore all over, skin reeking of some stale liquor
once more he
knows it won’t ever happen again
………
cutting up the earliest morning colors into narrow strips
she hangs
them out with her laundry
they dry fading in the sun
she opens
window and pulls back the drapes
………
these putas are all whores except for my mother
they should
all fuck me but my wife must be faithful
all these young schoolgirls look so good in their little
uniforms
keep your
filthy eyes off of my baby daughter
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