Radio Edit

Knock-kneed bamboo windchimes
along with a badly tuned mandolin
conspire to hijack my otherwise
delicate sensibilities

dusted green
submerged
                              rationalized into silk
              & the long way back
                                                across the sand

where you & I knock down the
                              auguries of innocence
in rusty tidepool sessions
              out of the Del Taco blue
of a smoglit eternity
                              & the residual
              low frequency neon
caged in its
                              velvet fadeaway