Laguna Floater

A fish taco versus a bag of cheetos
& some pills

quicksand in a bottle

The Ruins of Time

              (you have to walk backwards
              to get there
speaking the words of a lost psalm
of silence
              mapped out on the milky gray
twilight sky dropping down
                              just outside the reach of these
numb leaves & blossoms
heavy with your own dented vocabulary
              glowing in the dark
                              at least for the time being
& being who we are
              inside this restless indulgence
transforms each tear into blue sky dust
soaked in bleach