The revolution will be slept through

I got yr cold blue sky right here
locked in above relentless broken waves
              even colder now that the sun’s
climbed halfway there
                              your blue eyes in black & white
unblinking inside a two-way mirror
              broken glass
                              ripples in a tide pool
the way winter strums your veins
              ain’t nobody gonna shine yr sneakers
& the ragged one legged gull
                              picking at the carcass
                                                of a beached sea lion
knows something you ought to know