Meet me in the middle of the ocean

Carved up the concrete this morn for an
hour then out to the beach
to watch one of the finest swells I’ve ever
seen there come curling in perfecto

& later to invoke a preponderance
in the grip of madrigals & torch ballads
here where she turns her head away
in the light just so
as she applies laredo nightstream lip
gloss the light
stuttering on the hooks & eyes

STOLEN TIME may be the best for
pushing the needle past
& believing each step
where it falls

The way the wind confides in a steel guitar
shouldn’t have led you past the dazzle

& nobody uses the word
“preponderance” the way they ought to

gutless motherfuckers