Sparklehorse

I still listen to Sparklehorse

and walk around aimlessly

in the park.

The statues cast hilarious shadows

against the old-growth pines.

I would measure the marigolds

in hoof-lengths

if I cared enough to measure them.

The best thing about chewing

will never best

the best thing about licking.

Ask any dog.

Redondo Beach 

We share at least one language

and a big fat fiery star.

A car starts with the turn

of a key,

and shadows

turn tan lines to asphalt.

I am happy enough near water.

Drinkers and bathers

pass me by.

I am happy enough with my lime-

scented knife.

This unexpected penance.

These bare and disfigured feet.

Cheap rum in a paper cup.

Thoughts and phrases

freed from artificial light.