A wind rattles thru the palm trees
making a sound like a seagull
suffering from sleep apnea
((( the provisional )))
ie, "LIFE IS A CREATION OF THE MIND"
"One more sip & this half full cup of
coffee will be half empty..."
Meanwhile the marine layer flattens out
as light & shadow trade places
You look for the "tell" in the poet's eyes
having flunked the personality test
as well as the re-enactment staged on the
wrong side of the beach just before the fog
She was reciting something she lifted
from a mad-libs version of the King James bible
& I was digging my way to China w/a plastic spoon