Peel away your reflection, step into the mirror

A point of entry & return within that
broken dissolve of mist & sand
collapsing upon cold sweat & diesel
exhaust

the lush conclusion they charge you $5 to get a look at

otherwise delicately confused

not even the charm of a doubt
where once was parked a garden of
broken glass

as you might walk the plank like Dr. Strangelove
in top hat, wetsuit & tails (never so gently
the other end of the beach
birdsong splashdown riptide cutback

all of it reduced to a puddle of warm breath
lying there on the pavement
just waiting for you to fuck it up all golden-like