Too Heavy To Be Lifted

A blank sky
                                tongues of flame dropping in
all Pentecostal
                                                & in your eyes
              a postcard sunset dipped in gasoline

but there are variegated flames in the ocean as well
& beneath it
                              among the cloud machines
                                                                      wave machines
& the machines that generate impossible neon plumes
of sunset haze
                              to hide inside of

shadows nailed to the sand

              pelican flies slightly behind
                                                his own shadow on the wave
                                                            solid set in stone for a split
second
                              a psychosomatic bait & switch
                                                Mexican standoff situation
surfacing in the eucalyptus kelp grove
              all drizzled in silver green fishscale auras
                              mermaid lip gloss, toe nail polish
“garlands of sea blossoms in her hair”
oil slick beach glass rotting styrofoam 1,000 years