Topanga Ranch Motel
Loiterers in the PCH parking lot
with long-lapsed meters, unchecked,
listen to the waves,
pulling smoke
from a near-gone joint.
The Topanga Ranch Motel,
a semi-perilous dash
across the road,
sits like a movie set
or a movie star,
something quoted
from Nabokov’s landscape.
Motel, a now-defunct portmanteau,
devoid of lodgers’ luggage.
However, now, there’s
a double-pastiche that reveals itself
like the full moon
dialoguing with the neon below:
The Ranch lassoes the past,
while now we park outside
for even shorter stays
(a picture, perhaps)
at this California curio
of the not-so-distant past.
Giovanni Boskovich (b. 1985) is a poet and educator born and raised in San Pedro, California. He holds an MA in Literature from California State University Dominguez Hills where he published a thesis on Emily Dickinson. His work has appeared in California Quarterly, Arteidolia Press, the Santa Barbara Literary Journal, and POETiCA REVIEW. In his free time, he surfs anywhere from Cabrillo Beach to Baja, Mexico.
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