Off Shore Drilling

A sheer see-through mist spills from
the dumptruck sky & I’m stuck here
w/a Norwegian surfdog harpoon
& a six pack of cough syrup
in the chrome hubcap mirror
7 miles from nowhere
all sheetmetal fog costa azul & crooked
A desperation tango nailed to the beach pavement
but the angel doesn’t dance here anymore
& the tide snaps off skygreen waves like iron
in the teeth of pale pink
laundromats & all-night drugstores
sinking in the dark sand
darker when the sky stalls out
along the iridescent horizon
as seen through cheap sunglasses