excerpt #2 from Carrying Corpses

the ocean
finds me
behind a seven-eleven
in gallup
 
hey man
you want some ocean?
 
a guy holds up
a plastic jug
of hair spray
mixed with water
 
so I know
it must be sunday:
no liquor sales
 
the drunks
buy hairspray
 
and sail off
in gallon milk jugs
 
the convenience stores
stock up
every weekend
 
I shake
my disheveled head
 
I carry my own ocean
 
my feet
will pound the rocks
into dust
  


‘excerpt #2 from Carrying Corpses’ appeared in
Central Avenue issue #26, January 2005