From an Intertidal Zone

The beauty of it imagine several
diminished options diminishing re-
turns being anywhere here plays
the B-side of all further
attempts at consciousness the
weight as it is to be so carried
scribbled on the blank page of a
            night in Long Beach or
                        some other stretch of
                                                      freeway
against the lark & drag
staring into the double-reflecting transparent
imagery of a face lost in the
lights
          like the smoke version of
                  The Descent from the Cross
left out on the pier as the fog rolled in
                        got folded into that
velvet
Feel it in yr knees when the wind rips
thru LAS PALMAS (elegant green plumes
revving their engines)
              as the edge of the continent crumbles
in the crush of gray-green avalanche
                                  ocean landslide thunder
                    on the darkened sand
one more time