Nothing Left to Die

The gravel truck you drove thru my
dreams last night
              along w/the not quite brutal
light that nailed the angel fish
& the 6 packs & binoculars
rooted in static

                              tuned to shoreline
reprisals where water & sand fill in any
gaps in your attention
lulls the ethereal merchandise
              I left in the dark for fingers to find
& learn the impalpable
                              minus the silver lining

a more formal poverty
to exhaust the delicate narcotic
of our perforated resolve