Malibu
Malibu! God Made you for the few— Nature’s God, wild, Dry and lovely—Jesus Never met these shores, The “great death-continent,” This Aztec place, taxed Till the sand grows gold— God revels in the strand, The sandstone polish, The naked glass, the palms— Even the syringe I found, Washed from some cloaca Down the unblessed coast— “Had he meant to create Us equal, for sure He would have done that—“ Even envy’s viper Venom a cog in the plan— Fire someday post Lights along the water, Kiss the crowning palms, Hunt wood under stone, Find love in every beam, Trace the sea perimeter Graceful dancing red— Barking machete orcs Infest the sooty wreck, Shit in broken toilet, Starve in own good turn— God will laugh again. No one knows what he wants. He wants what he wants! Still the hawks will eat, Kelp marinate, Seals flip happy. And the Pacific, that “Great unsleeping eye,” Need hardly even look. “I don’t think about you at all.”