In another century or three all is forgiven

With dactylic precision Malibu Barbie steps down from the
confidential joy ride & confessional
with dripping steps up the ruined concrete stairway
back to the overlook parking lot & that
heel of sidewalk groaning with albatrossian hang-time at the
cobble of beachbreak foams
to hoist a steel-clad piñata with ropes of sand & skatewheel
tremors & when it’s over there’s still a flicker of wine-colored
silk to hold abeyance with sunset hardware & a grip of dreamless
blonde pavement

I drew a deep breath & made the following introductory speech:
1. Sitting in the dark       5. Proserpine
2. Trickle, trickle              6. Yonder
3. Blink                                  7. “Dwelling secure in the hollow ship”
4. What say ye?                 8. Mumbles
                                                9. Except she meant every word of it

& the sun was a votive candle in a red jar balanced on the horizon
where telepathic shadows relay the bounce & jungle-vine lattice,
              the screendoor porchlight windchime & derivitave lament
& just as descending fog aced the parking lot I turned away & back
to Proserpine

to the motive for escape

dusty murmur of ragged palm
trees attending & whoever they were they knew my name