G-Force Twang

All night another day
strumming the coast highway

I left a crease in the mirror
to save my place

while out on the beach
each wave folded into itself
closer than that hazy distinction might imply

the homage of incessant obligation

crushed veins & all the immaculate details
empty the rain from violet tubes of sunset
into unanimous tidepools
spiked with silver beads
strung out along insect balconies

beneath the bonsai fortune palms