Viareggio All-Nighter

Too greasy to surf Purgatory Point
              the sundown shimmer locked on
                                                lyric interference
                              draining the breath
                                                                like Marlon Brando

Hang left at the sign of the green flamingo
spilling over into the wild silk yonder
that began in couplets & ended in a cement overcoat

I thought about your hazy eyes for a while
but I couldn’t make them rhyme with the cloud of
smoke that ate up the space between us

You were sinking beneath an Egyptian quotation
& I was the last poet standing