One More Reason

Tell me how you got that way if it’s true―
I never reached that plateau & even if I had
the ridiculous beauty of it all would leave
me welding question marks to the weather map or
carving a tiki out of a third rate mercenary Coors can
here where the shoreline is shaped like a broken record
as my personal preference nails the refrain to the cross
of her legs lifted & her eyes like bad credit in the early
morning fog