Planet Twang

Excavate the morning drizzle
pale glow salt breeze walking
back inside a gray fog cement mixer
lifting guitar solos from the damp
shadows that follow

but I keep my sunglasses on anyway
as you might stagger beneath the broken
clouds with me incognito or stand
in your mariachi shoes
against the camouflaged eucalyptus

silver-blue light like invisible ink
poured across the pavement
dark iron cigarettes & skatewheel tremors
along the time-lapse rail of your eyelids
fluttering in the twist of silence
that falls between pillars of breath