sugar beach on green sea
a lantern sheathed in frozen butterflies / jaywalks into yellowing foliage
The craft dictates / you must tan / the skin until there is no fluid.
On my way to sleep I saw a door / open into a wallet
We couldn’t remember now back then,/and now we cannot forget.
the air around us changes/the atmosphere turns dire
Like a California wildfire/Taking down acres of trees
your ankles are so swollen they’re like geological formations
You giver of fist-bumps, teller of jokes / but meaner of business who takes no shit
conversation cast adrift/silence brings two mouths nearer