The neon innuendo the
hosanna of broken glass the rubble
we’re buried in the complete english poems 
& selected sunsets of.   Inside it’s  
much the same—clouds 
nailed to your eyes as shapes of
color against what stomps the ocean
floor.   A wraparound radiance.
An open door.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
