Escape Velocity

Something coastal & profound
like rusted lungs.
An albatross around the neck of a harpsicord.
Three guys in grass skirts farming kidneys.

Like it all crumbles.   I give a fuck.

The surf all blown out but the fog
rides in anyway.   Pelicans dive into the
pavement & come up w/a beak full of
hubcaps.   Fishing boats are moored in
the tops of cypress trees.

You swim downstairs wearing a
black t-shirt & a pair of Ray-Ban
night-vision goggles.

Whales graze on nearby hillsides.

The pier is wearing a silk kimono.