Chewing on the Foil

Midnight lights up the ambulance in your veins
tunneling through the ozone

anorexic palm trees that genuflect on the pavement
suicide priests on tropic balconies in the fog

with blonde wings out of forever
                              slapping up against the concrete sky…

Transcribe it light or dark, almost pink, fading
the way my heart does as these rocks juggle the tide

raining power chords down upon the jetty all
x’d out in the wet sand of your eyes