Filtered through a bend in the haze

The bare alabaster thigh
seen through binoculars
falling as it falls
waking up on the dark side of Paradise
& you blame Biblical contradictions

She who goes blank & whose veins yearn for
Mexico

An inch of bliss versus
viagra xanax valium codeine

sounds like a weekend in Vegas

But a greasy blonde redemption
                              excavated from a swimming pool
full of sand & the hacksaw blade in her
                                                swampwater negligee
              just to convince you everything is forgiven
or forgotten
                              waving a white t-shirt on the beach at minus tide
or on Ocean Street at high tide
                                                like an annotated list of painkillers
              tossing their red-gold grapefruit shadows upon the
                              gates of a dissolute
                                                7th heaven