Santa Monica

Greasy streetlights

at night

(in an induced haze

she is awake) -

Striking a match

for a cigarette and

burning down this

imposturous

concrete mass

Striking up a

conversation with

some big head

Striking a pose

next to the mess she

made on the

boardwalk’s edge

Lustful and full

of wanderlust

this time of summer

This time of night

bleary eyed near

where he will never be

She came for all the wrong reasons

completely