I beat the ocean drum
in pigtails and wrestling shoes
This is what it means
the vapor trail
of bloody noses
in the land of flowers
The Palm trees
are a joke about alcoholism
I can hear it from the pool
Growing up I was a fire
face laced in lava welt
a sun storm synched to
thieving magpie
Cold fusion comes
to pull the short straw
of my home health aid’s hat
in a dojo for angels
Swab wet noodles
of seventh degree fuckups
in the cool breeze of yacht life
Mine is god’s glory hole
a comedown music
for those who want more money
I bless you with outer banks
in cold glass and warm hearts
The white winged goth
Got broken down
by hard rock
sushi rolls
Vampires bats
sing themselves into doves
Bauhaus Macarena
for all your funeral needs
The drummer
anoints the wolf
and nothing else matters
Like the old man in the video
pre lawsuit Metallica
pre nothing something
In paralegalese
the pool is paid for
and nothing else matters
Anything Can Happen
Look at this lake
I never knew existed
Can you believe
how perfect this lake is
Life is gonna get serious
and this lake’s just gonna laugh
Swans makes exes
with their necks
when they kiss
This speaks volumes
about the clouds
and oh
My god
This boat
My god is a boat
two rough pontoons
sent to scoop
vanilla from ankles
while the lake laughs
eating steak tartare
This boat is sweet
crystalline mint
The deepest of kisses
A wonderful date
A brand new me
Can you see it
Can you see it
Can you see it too
Adam Tedesco is a founding editor of REALITY BEACH, a journal of new poetics. He conducts interviews and analyzes dreams for Drunk In A Midnight Choir. His recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Funhouse, Fanzine, Souvenir, Cosmonauts Avenue, Hobart, Plinth and elsewhere. He is the author of several chapbooks, most recently HEART SUTRA (REALITY BEACH), and ABLAZA, forthcoming from Lithic Press.