Darkside Floater

A transitional like
building cheeseburgers in the temple
only sleep can pump the arc of breath
outside the walls of rushing water
that brought you here & will take you
away (someone I loved maybe
on the slow train to the Hollywood Laundromat
& after in a ’64 belch-fire El Camino tooling
the coast highway we could skim
the bliss off our inherent failures like
mist sheering the sky from the pavement