Pray for them

I often loose track

So I took a drag

of my first cigarrette

and I found my head

Roll down the dumps

of twenty seventh street



I drew a sketch

with lipstick and sidewalk

of Newports edge

Legoblock cliffs

and an ocean that doesn't

deserve the sounds of silence

I'd swear on a dead artists grave



I found a spot

where the drunk never got to