Let There Be Lithium

An unanswered prayer filling in the
blanks of your eyes
like a slab of beach pavement
under the spell of the obvious
              but like a dent in the silk brocade
slipping past the sobriety checkpoint
                              a fuck you salute in Japanese & a
              can of Tecate like a grenade
heart-rendered & redefined as
a million reasons why you’re standing at
death’s sliding-glass door
                              with a crowbar & a sunbleached alibi
              floating somewhere between apprehension
& Tijuana
dipping into saltwater archives
dedicated to an irrevocable turquoise sky
excavated from the prevailing haze
stapled like lipstick to a postcard sunset
soaked in gasoline