Inside a flower, a wonderful moon.
Even though it had to be the worst massage ever,
with Black Is the Color of My True Love’s Hair,
every Irish dirge known amongst the sweet Irish dirgers,
and some screaming kid running circles on the roof,
over and over, the roof also some sort of party deck
for naked people. Naked kids and massages
don’t mix. Two episodes of Mad Men
divided by the current issue of Adbusters
equals sitting outdoors at my favorite North Beach pasta joint
with Ken Bolton’s book. It’s a beautiful night
and yesterday was a beautiful day
a hundred degrees in the shade.
Six thousand strewn pages,
Room 10, Fern Cabin, Harbin Hot Springs, California.
