Slow Fade

Worried about the built-in haze
(fire in the hills) & kite strings
a goner / preferring a drowsy numbness
to chewing on a lightbulb
out among the lemon turpentine
syrup flowers
bought & paid for
w/a spoonful of Martian sand
It’s not about what you have but
what you’ve lost
& the sun sliding down the silk sleeve
of a sky the color of boiling kool-aid
well, that’s something you can
get for free