Meet Me At The Bottom

“The tide was high and the breakers loomed up marble black
and fell white out of oceanic darkness.”   ―Ross Macdonald

Your heart strung with
silver drizzle
like a religious vow
deeply blue, or green
with Mr. Octopus & the god of Kung Fu
duking it out while hosannas & Freight Train Blues
& plaintive doo-wop refrains
ignite the tide…

feels like the End of Days
looming at 2 in the morning
& I can’t sleep

“so now we see what the darkness will bring”

your so-called soul looking for flashlight batteries
& bottles of beer full of airplane glue & staggering
to the barefoot check-out line

with dancing skeletons leading the way