A perfect day
A friend’s prominent ex, ol-whats-her-name who had the high profile tits,
the big gazongas. Not a thinking mans. The thinking mans for feet and legs.
At Old Tonys octagonal bar on the pier. The rising water in me. Piss drunk.
What’s better Old Tony’s dinner special or sex one time? Sex one time, narrowly.
A high-gleam day in the South Bay I spent squinting towards frigates
and trading candies with the Chinese dock fishers. Then weed and beer under fishnet ceiling.
What would a billion dollars look like extending across the face of the earth.
Carl Sagan: We’re just exploded stars.
Insane to think about the lives of strangers in the piss dark
under blonde stars inside naked ocean.