Robinson Crusoe Theme Park, Destiny, FL
Walking along the Gulf of Amerigo
dreaming of savage gods
coming out of the sea
wearing necklaces of
shrunken heads, and
fish tap-dancing out
beyond foamy cogitations
on whippersnapper waves--
like ill-bred juvies maxed out
of probation and parole--
as tom tom drums beat
like a heart in a-fib.
Eternal Return
the sun comes out under
the carbon copy gray
sheet
of clouds;
it is a new dawning
but
at dusk--
heralding the night of dark
magic
to come, when
the moon takes over
from the sun
which, so
far, has
always returned
in the morning.
Crash
only 12:30 a.m. but
so tired, feeling out of it
can barely hold up
my
pencil to write
WHAM
the pencil lands like a brick
on the bed--
it is time to turn out the
lights, Mister.
Give it up.
You are done
for this night.
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