Beach-Glass Window

Naked as a brick wall
              at the bottom of a bottle
walking in on flames like Mayakovsky
                              with a dog named Snake Eyes
                                                & a gas station map to Nirvana
                              all expenses paid
                                                                except one
playing Terraplane Blues backwards on a seaweed guitar
dodging tombstones & tribal umbrellas
pulling the silk over your night-vision RayBans
the sky dipped in bleach & everything I heard
when I wasn’t listening
down to the long gone flutter in her soul
                              all true love & a six pack of cough syrup
I should have paid a little more attention to the possible
side effects
              like notches cut into a whalebone harmonica
                              & the broken glass in your sneakers
                                                                when nothing works but your heart
                                                tumbling across the wet pavement