Stuck in an Elevator

Moonlight sun-
shine prying mist from the habitual swamp
of me trying to ace a corner of eternity

Egypt doesn’t work in this translation
Babylon, maybe
like a trial balloon

It was all a dream
like a haircut
Sister Morphina in the wraparound tide
taking the acid bath for all los sinners

I wanted to be the one to smear her rust-colored lipstick

knowing what it all was going to mean

& her eyes were wet stones
cobbled at the edge of the sea