Stingray Man

Stingray Man spies the water elephants

Through river-morning-mist

Early through a lit cigarette

He’s taking the day off

Took the Chevy out to play

Scissor-carved park-bench-graffiti love notes

Where he sits now

Scratches the stubble

Grins his Stingray grin and kisses the breeze
 

Gecko-Man

Gecko-man licks his eyeball

Eyes the warm pop-tart

Steadily, in a growing stream of consciousness

The cold milk he can no longer drink

It would give him gas

But the bagel-vision appears

Like a truck through the heat-envelope of desert blacktop

A waking dream of cream-cheese and toaster crunch

The crumbs already fall from his beard

Gentle desert rain
 

Miles Smiles

Do you find silence in the bristles of your brush?

Steady, unfaltering canvas

Oil paint like clotted cream

Curious strokes trace the face of a trumpet man

Floorshine-gleam off a wise forehead

Now the dark eyes

Your mirrors of pale blue

Calculate the distances

Who is it that waxes the chocolate smile?

I stop by to ask

But you are gone

The earth-paint has dried

Effervescent dream.