what is it about hotel rooms at night
i've been watching television,
like i've never owned one...
fishing in these bays,
south, humboldt, arcata,
strait into the pacific,
tis a risky roll
the wives of dead fishermen
dedicate grey monuments
to husbands now fishy flesh
never recovered
lost coast of
redwood lanes
& victorian eels
lightning rods or bowling pins
role-playing games or marijuana
lumber barons
seeding into a working mass
of ratty hitchhikers
lugging cots into kushy alcoves
with eucalyptus fireplace,
highway dreams,
clouds off to the zoo
mesmeric shirt of afterthought
so telling in its way
take advantage of a sale one last time
load up, gas, ice,
shit, caffeine...
there arent many things better
than swimming
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