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Ode to the West Coast

Endless on my breath is the Ocean!

Too easy the inspiration surges

As Her

Foamy fingers speed toward me

I scream I love you I love you I love you

As She

Washes the grief from my eyes

And the guilt from my hands,

Naked in the shingles of the world

Roaring through my dullen memories.

I am alive again,

O Salt, you are my skin

O Water, you the blood

Deafening thud of absolution

That is day in day out

Drowns my vocal chords,

High and wild

I am empty bliss

- No

I am mindless joy

- The internal opposite

The real; drear and ecstatic

I am dancing in your breakers,

A twirling Venus,

Hearing heartbeats

Across molecules

Holding a vast tempest,

An instant of aching relief

Which sets me adrift in the wake

Of the lonely, cool moonlight

Have I grown cruel?

(“all my unhappiness is you”)

Tendrils boil about my thighs -

I fall to my knees

In despairing meditation.

Hissing, as She retreats

In disapproval;

Her reaction is just

And I listen.

Tipping curves reveal

Her glinting smile

Flashing rapturous sinistry

Into neat, glittering reflections

In the corners of my eyes.

Dried out,

I become a fountain of dust,

Impervious to bitterness,

Carried in the slap of the wind,

Alive and everywhere.

🎨/📷 by Mark Rothko, Untitled (Green over Blue), 1956


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