Under a second hand grapefruit sky
dropping the nickle into the side pocket
opens the neon window
I’m not sure but that cement clouds
don’t crumble like my
nicotine deprived neurology
a wall of Chinese diplomats
& the Three Graces like a trio of
out-of-work exotic dancers
I can’t tell you why the music’s so bad
landslide train wreck torpedo run
the waves detonate on the reef like
handgrenades
plus kettle drums, trumpets
& scrapmetal castanets
palm trees all strung w/piano wire
& adhesive tape
against the mist
you bend to fit
waltzing w/the kelp