Relentless Details

She had eyes like an oil spill
waiting to happen
& I was seriously considering alternatives
wearing my sunglasses backwards
before the LORD
in faded neon w/surfboard dings
a name & a word as she would lip-synch
the Moonlight Sonata & I’d nod
like a 14th century pope
ordering the taco plate at Las Palmas
as unto jewels a flame inscribed
where previous sunset in rust expended
a preconceived notion of fate
the off-rhyme & consequence her
breath denies yet
assumes the prototype can’t be
trusted anymore than these
black tar fingers
tapping on the lid of the tide