PKD

The beach is on fire from the sun
love and the sea is blue as always
when I see her heading for the
bathroom. It’s Coney Island
and all the scales and tempests
and moral and ethical codes
of the universe merge over
my head into one, one courageous
drive to have fun in the abyss,
to play drinking games
during the Apocalypse.
I see her heading for
the bathroom, determined.
She is a small dark-haired
young woman
red and blue tattoos
and over her shoulder
is her canvas bag with
Philip K. Dick
his face
on it
with PKD too.
I instinctually grab her shoulder:
“Hey! I love your Philip K.
Dick bag!”
Surprise then a smile
and she walked into
the bathroom
and that was the end of it.

©2008 John Rocco