Fall Back & Fade Out

The broken water the open door
    out where as tears
factor in the soft bloodcolored petals
    opening w/the day
ever slowly woven into chainlink
    tapestry before the fog
lifted & the streets in several directions
    all at once sped away

“I wonder how it’s going to look on my resumé”
as John Donne might have said to
Skip James on Baudelaire’s birthday

& the sky tilted at such an angle
the sun & clouds slipped off & fell into the ocean
as we all stood there knocking down the beers
on the beach at El Dorado