Empty It and Walk Away

Take it and throw it and watch it bounce round and red. Watch it bounce to a roll and roll to a rest. Run in the moonlight, she says. Run in the moonlight and close your eyes.

"Is this the way it is in California," I say.

"This is California," she says.

"But is this the way it is," I say.

"Have a whiskey," she says.

Wad it and take it and make it resemble the smallest thing you've ever seen and kick it. It's pleased to be dealt with.

Jump on the roof with moon-covered clouds sweating on you. Drenchy drenchy drenchy. The moon soothes, she says. The moon soothes, and close your eyes.