Highland Park
By Sean Mahoney
Last full moon of the century
brightly sidles up
behind a distant hilltop tree -
a laurel of light pulleyed
over dull Spanish tiles.
Under Metal Machine Music
and segmented spans of biologic
time, fragrant waves of styled hair,
and the boot-imprinted
squish of ripe lovesickness
wicker whines with contour.
Rest in piss. Cockroach.
Euphoric disaster rescinds
slowly. Piecemeal distance
settles in and what remains
can be forgiven; moon fails.
A photo of a man's head. He has thick along the chin-neck whiskers and is wearing reading glasses. He is laying in the sand on the beach. 2 women with sunglasses sit in the background. Another man with a hat stares even further in the background and a boy eats a sandwich.
Sean lives in Santa Ana, California with Dianne, her mother, 3 dogs, and 4 renters.