Your Guess

                    for Guidry Ballardeau

When asked about your past
you fill the the blanks w/fictional
cities, streets, tequila hinges
& counterweights
all of which
relegates the weight of breath to
a 40 ounce chalice
lifted to Poseidon, Thetis, Nereus,
Amphitrite
                              various nymphs, mermaids
painted waves for surfzilla
              floating face down
                                                in the acoustic foam
& nowhere apparent
as my own ghosted presence then
taken by such indifferent kindness dealt
spent sands adrift
a brutal lullaby
to shift the doubted pace
that arcs the traces left as relics
under stained glass