The Bride of Frankenfish

The shadows in this town are all wrong
              but what does that say about the light
stalling out in the heavy ocean haze?
                              like me I guess another sea creature reciting
              the tide chart confessing to everything
                                                pure blue turquoise & slanted
              green sea beach pine logistics
as they pertain to the drum machine in the pavement
                              set alongside the spaghetti western sky
              like the jewel of denial