The waves all blown out late in the
day w/the wind & that
precious blue reflecting
back off the dark
pincushion
the surf zombie rolls
across the sand
Another exercise in planned
obsolescence as when that big silver
bird rides the crease in my
glassy blue eyes & you
pirouette like moist lips…
The sunset’s crystal torch inlay
backlit w/flimsy pink
excuses
rustling (above the beach
like a suicide note
written in braille