A Blue So Pale It Tastes Pure White

The dark window in the
green wall & the crucifix
& bruised knuckles

harmonicas & clarinets

broken bottles

postcard sunsets set on fire
in chambers of the sea
w/mermaids in seaweed bikinis

& the song they sing

as those initiates of Delphi
or Malibu
w/drizzle & circumstance
(except for the tunic)
park along the coast highway
to read the future in the glassy tide

w/greasy blonde vibes aligned
& the spill-out beneath leafy night
to the glow subscribed