ing above & within a slice of
inverted glass (my
heart)
the light the haze filters
like
falsified documents& on the beach I’m keeping count
of each wave
measuring intervals
& calculating
wind
direction & velocity
intuitively stumbling from sand to
concrete
my god how many timeswiping the rain from my drugstore RayBans
like Rimbaud at Punta Baja
or maybe it was Lee Marvin
darker
than I rememberwaiting to speak the lines that were
written for him
in a language he no longer understands
