Midnight lights up the ambulance in your veins
tunneling through the ozone
anorexic palm trees that genuflect on the pavement
suicide priests on tropic balconies in the fog
with blonde wings out of forever
slapping up against the concrete sky…
Transcribe it light or dark, almost pink, fading
the way my heart does as these rocks juggle the tide
raining power chords down upon the jetty all
x’d out in the wet sand of your eyes