Skidding around the corner
fishtailing like a big rig in a typhoon
it’s all about the sin of angels & the roof
caving in
the danger inherent in
a universe
that gets too close
like the
string attached is
tied to a tractor hauling 20 tons of sunsets
& like a forgotten
movie star
sitting in the dark of
an empty theater
no one leaps from the
balcony
into a shot-glass
because the escape scene was
so real you could feel
the rushing
water rising up
around you sweeping you
away
Acceleration,
the dawn’s mist & dark
gods beyond
the reef
The late summer air here is as thick as a tear-
drop
