Second Narrows Bridge at Rush Hour

    Seamless afternoon to evening across the bridge beyond

    across the other bridge curving dark landfall lights

    upon the sea， our mother swims backward， Earle Birney

    smokes a pipe upon the lookout¹ & pens a line in boots

    atomic city below， Aldebaran above

    in your eyes Pacific skies take me to paradise please

    I want to live

    in a little grass shack  in Ha-aha-Hawaii

    where the hula hula hula goes hucka hucka hucka by

    and the hula hula huckity-huckin'

    hacka hacka hacka， by

    our missing person of the blue mountains

    and Liberian freighters， potash proceedings²

    & queen mattresses³ at unbelievable prices on the radio

    opinions & traffic hell of twilight⁴

    continuously heading home

    in a dome⁵ of judgement and advice， oh caller

    with a problem， Dr. Laura says you're slime

    and that you are a bum⁶ but I say you're some hard part

    of the puzzle rigged up by the moon and

    feathery evergreen⁷ branches

    complicated wings full of blue shadows

    a foot at least of shimmering⁸ ocean each small

    notched⁹ piece a dark blue mystery.

    But who would have the patience？