By J.J. Tindall
Djinns of Catalina
March has been usurped by May
in this season of strange days.
The heat mirages, djinnis of oil,
already shimmer up Harlem Avenue
and the squalls along the eastern horizon
conjure a Catalina off the Third Coast:
holographs of Hearst and Chaplin
yachting with Rosetta and Loretta Martin,
Old Man Wrigley’s battery ditching practice
to swim with invisible sharks.
Outside the women come and go
talking of the marriage that is in woe.
Posted on March 18, 2012