Blood clot seaweed

clumps up the blue sea

from shoals to shining glee.

We carry in the slightly

while searching for our minds

in the copper forests:

thought that, maybe we

could climb the cliff to see

the seagulls catch

and drift all hopeless

in the fighting wind

of gales on jet streams

are rip tides in the air,

sweeps us off all bare

and stripped down

to our skins.

Often I find a peace

of time is sliced

already buttered,

I've lost, I've shuddered

and sheltered off the storm,

searching for the warmth

that blooms within

my molten belly:

give me peanut butter,

hold the jelly

and throw it to the fishes,

feed it to the listless

and spurt it off

the crispness of summer

in the Nor Cal.

O carry me carefully

as a cold gotten colt

is oily on the ridge,

a rabid rainbow kid

is begging for a fix,

but a slice of pizza

does the trick, to ease

his swollen veins,

his scram-rock brain

all jagged, I've often

seen him ragged

and humbled as a bird,

call me your bird

and eat like a bird

all picking thru the trail mix

and digging thru the trash can,

the thick of all that's madness

is swelling into gladness

to have my breath so taken.

I find my soul awakened

to a sunning lizard disposition,

a red desert rock, followed us

to the Manchester Beach pines