I saw a monarch

landing on a sunny leaf

he didn’t stay long

the seagulls know it

what is it the seagulls know?

they know they’ll scream it

shelley was off course

i named a boat after him

the neighbors burned it

sidewalk cigarettes

they hold and humiliate

resigned to the street

the dead cannot see

the dead cannot move about

i sit with eyes closed

the sun dries the grass

the crickets chirp like it’s night

it’s noon in england

young men cut the grass

they make homes for granite

the roots move the stones

i found a sag card

it was laying in the street

i couldn’t smoke it

buddah looks solemn

but i say it’s a beach day

come’on buddah, chicks