Sunburned Leadpipe Seashell

Half smoke, half iron
& ripple smooth
these unwept burials per diem
when you’re crashing thru switchblade palm tree shadows
with tremor pulse reflections bouncing off the
trampoline surface of your cigarette

you might want to study organic shoe repair
or the 6 ton silence that rattles the windows when it
lands on the porch & you’re knee-deep in
it before you exfoliate like a bent piece of moonlight
spilling from the pages of a wireless hymnal
onto the wet sand