Love’s ragged knocking
at a door in the sea
shredding the opulent ocean air
put the words there
that much closer
for all I know
& not much more
dancing through the turquoise
& the hard luck land of crimson
sunset back to Holyweed just
to say “adios” one more time
blank spaces like
this all over waiting to be filled
in with words
Insoluble gray-white vistas
returned to silver, to smoke
dependent upon a parallel vocabulary
the shuffle of glass cards
on the horizonless horizon
that later you can’t deny
hardwired to the pavement
driven down
into the sand
a skeleton hand reaching in
to light your cigarette at just the
wrong moment say when we’re
doing a tango to the blare of
an ambulance siren
& it’s like listening to the voice of
God echoing
in an empty 24 oz. Tecate can
smeared w/lipstick