A Long Walk On A Short Pier

The rubble of this brief
interlude
wrought in blood like iron

live acoustic rust
in technicolor
on a half-shell

drifted a while there
like it would
make some kind of
sense if you had
the ticket stub

but all of it swept away
in the stutter & stomp w/a view
when the sun peeks in (as it
does right now

thru raindark clouds

& the pin drops like
a piano
into the splashdown surf at
Nada Cruz