The fresh water tongue of Malibu Creek
Slips into the mouth of the sea,
It’s the taste of life you know,
Sweetness and brine, married in time.
Susan’s praying to a sycamore tree,
Painting the air, head back,
Brush up, painting S’s in the air,
Another lover, mesmerized,
She and the bestial tree.
A mongoose stands silent erect
Immortal embrace, swaying,
A monk in habit, praying.
Another soul seeks release in
There is salt in all memory,
To you I have come.
Drink me deep salacious, sea
Fresh and sweet and overflowing,
Marry me in salt,
For I am good and swollen,
With new rain.
—from Rattle #1, 1995