Baby Oil

another brilliant blue morning pigs gone Santa Cruz recovering lunch fellow writer mutual understanding beneath whatever happening at the time and on to the beach sun swim walk mind empty of thought or self shorts drying various soft encounters soles tarred clean with baby oil I have that quiche $1.89 shiraz $2.99 chocolate reserve reblock scene one scene four lights change on every line pure poetry wants precision lucky I am such dedicated talented actors wet pavement disconcerting thunder late