The tide fits snug up against
the seawall
like a rip of death-defying architecture
as I space out inside
a scribble of sand on concrete
here in the fog where
seagulls howl like coyotes
Just another notch in the luminous
pearl necklace
that hangs around the neck of slow time
while beneath the skin of
euphoric innuendo
the skeleton of a smile falls apart
but those eyes like fists of tequila
lifted in the
blast & drizzle of all that we can
never know
thick with tears & missed apppointments
peruse the index of what’s left unsaid
like an illegible name scrawled upon a
crooked cross at a makeshift
roadside shrine
swallowed up by pinwheel blossoms & silver
weeds eaten by forgetfulness
to emulate & deny
as the wind tunes the rusted
palm trees rocking in the cut
where I confess to every
dovetail scam the heart can devise