Now Like Forever

Just as sleepwalking the palisades
anticipates your lo & behold
these comatose palm trees conspire
to sabotage your survival instinct

Only thirst could unwrap the air
around you like that parked inside an
obsidian mirror half buried in the
tideflat quicksand still ticking

like pavement in the sun bending
telephone poles on your subconscious
hypnotized by the inaccuracy of daylight
reflected on the ocean waves