Black Tar Palisades

No reason the sky should be
rinsed in bleach
but slanted so the
runoff splashes Ocean
Street

The difference between
echo breeze flowerheads
bending to the whistle buzz
& the moon in a space suit
at Disneyland
spanks the silver dust
that fell upon us

given to bent wire parables
that ride w/the tide
when the night swamps her eyes
& I decline the invitation implied
in sheets of galvanized
pacific steel
rippling in the fadeaway