A ruined city, a few grains of sand

You can always tunnel yr way out
w/a plastic spoon
for all I know some are doomed to
scanning cellphones for a
voice that can shatter a wine glass
while the local zombies wander around
aimlessly tweaking inside heavy winter
coats on the warmest day of the year
Where one shadow ends another begins
like when she licks her lips I rip pages
out of the low tide diaries & carve her
name into the rust of a thousand sunsets