Requiem w/View

The sky doesn’t quite shine
        we say if the light falls
just so or
            the streets
humming a deep ocean song

transgressed by imagery (internal)
            & w/the adjacent walk-up
some drama turning
                  over beckoning
alohas

Whoever would resemble these final
                  prophetic taco stands except
it glows in the dark
                              like tide pools
tablature & pebbles

What I’m asking love
                deliberately
as perhaps the possession of some
future
        that has already passed me by

An oily tequila afterburn
            folded in half like a
sheet of blank paper