Chemical Beach

Trimming the wave
the wind sounds like bone
caving in
& the risk implied
in an echo of green steel
with rust inlay
& a clearcut neon stringer

Part of me does yoga in the alley
the other part is tucked into a corner of
a tidepool

I still don’t know what that means John Coltrane

somehow a fragment

the history of the heart

beneath a sky that rattles
like a bottle of pills