I love when you
blink my eyes in the chrome sky
it
took me years to get that act down
sharpening the
edges to a point where they no longer
cast a shadow
I was raised on rusted sunsets
& spoonfed
sea mist until I learned the proper footwork
from deep green
to turquoise
& now every day is Kung Fu Saturday
with psychosomatic
swimming pools the size of Nebraska
rearing up on
their hind legs when the wind shifts
& it always
does
just about this time of day
as the haze gives
way to
kool-aid colors
served on a half-shell
by an out-of-work
exotic dancer in a seaweed bikini
who knows my
name
