Monday, June 24, 2013

And Chrome Will Haunt Your Dreams

I noted gloom merely
                                    the time of day (night) or
submergent dalliance of ocean
                                                            fog persisting
at noon
                      not to be fooled with (though
a certain evanescence
                              in the guise of an extended vacation
                                                ie, a separate realm of existence
                                          quietly shrugs one another as if to say
                              “It is sad.  You are not transparent.”

Drum thump for nothing encased in drizzle open & shut
plus a cement slab of sky slanting percipitous

                                       if you blink you might miss it

otherwise lost or defiant but never both at the same time

                           by faith subdued & stagelit
                                         alleyways leading to the beach

Mist lifted from the waves proclaims its presence
“Remember me?”

                                    high tide        2.3 ft. at 5:48 p.m.
                                                           winds light & variable