Excavating the protocols of redemption
excluding leadweight epiphanies in the green room
striding through the alakazam beach grass & seaweed
the world in a tidepool diorama
& like an emotional response
set alongside a prophetic socket wrench
the wind spoke a fluent Spanglish
understood by eucalyptus trees above the beach
The real work is done in dreams
the way your eyes change color & you turn your head away
& I'm trying to make sense out of
messages scrawled in lipstick on the pavement
actionable evidence of good intentions gone awry
the dust that never settled & the loaded dice