Crown Beach Ahead of the Curve

for Prince

It was almost Summer yesterday

today it reverted to mid-Spring

I  rested my noggin by the Bay

 I hike in across

arid parking lots

Blessedly empty today

 Grand Central 

for ground squirrels

Here it is 

an opening
consciousness

 See,

 I go into the water

with my fly open,

Some kind of ventilator

 Chem-trails are a common sight,

Bulbous jet liners

climb into the West

 The breeze is steady

 keeping things cool

I camp right down on the shore

watching the wee pipers 

as they tip-toe past

 Alas the perfect atmospheric conditions

led to a sense of impunity

An immunity to hours
of sun exposure,

Mr Experience got a little lobster color

 Used a purple thread

from my glove

to fashion a cross 

for Prince

 

 A blue airplane kite

At the bottom 

of the way to blue

The lonely kite-surfer,

existentialism

 Time to make 

trails of my own

 So I don't wind up

hiding silently

like a little yellow cat

 French cafe

always already closed

Fort Knox out of business

 USA in entropic flux

 A strange portal

some will have to go through

Eat or be eaten

The subliminal suggestion

 On the bus hurtling toward

the Estuary tunnel

The day seemed subsumed

A sleepy separate reality

 Apparent sensory phenomena

in  the form of shifting

quantum dots

 The last everyday thing I remember

was staring at a fellow passenger's shoes

a compelling color blue

 I felt like Ray Milland

in X, The Man with X-ray Eyes,

The doors of perception 

had blown away

Later in the evening

the patterns resumed

more familiar forms

18 May 2016