Global Warming Party

We are a part of the
late morning fog
in B-minor

ripping up the
coldwater sludge
at the rivermouth

tunneling thru the swamp…

It was April because
tomorrow never comes

reflected on the wet sand

the washed out lemon sun
stirring up the dust
the palisades (in flames)
the motel neon eyeshadow
the tattooed waves & the telltale
signature of foam