Light shreds itself

Everything here
is tilted down toward the beach

        parking lots, pyronauts, rockslides,
        mermaids, mariachis, telephone
        poles, shape-shifters, dogs,
        dope fiends, seagulls & surf zombies

“I go there for the music”

piano tuning up in a tidepool

              guitars strung w/seaweed

drums buried in the sand
(only to further the
                              variegated complications

the surface of all I see
lit up from inside

the derivative haze

a watery page in the Bible of Whomp