I preach you: Venice Beach was Pacific.

I say: Gods still lurk with humans. Muscle

Beach. In a mawashi, no less. Mythic

with such proportions. “Psalm in my bustle/

Swing on my skin” … on Yakuza tattoos.

Bourgeois say women in the Sumo

Ring is unnatural. “I sang the Blues

in/ that string-bikini.” With her cello

wide hips, with each dumbbell hefted, I say,

bodybuilders are a queer lot. –– Gods still

lurk with humans. –– Unnatural, I preach

you, ain’t knowing, taint that. It’s what the Fey

would call, Small Hick Frinergy. –– A hornbill

of a diss: way bey black some Venice Beach.