Black Velvet Seascape

Another damp interlude
tapping out morse code jazz
but with pinpoint hollow eyes
reading Ecclesiastes

thru binoculars

while TV babies
set themselves on fire
somewhere else
but still too close

acquiesce the sacrificial evidence
& hydroplane right past the
odd latin phrase that can’t be
translated

Looking for someplace to unload the
hardware of the gods
& what that might mean

on the business end of a corrugated sunset
buried in neon
handwritten on the waves