Poems 2
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
