Oleander

A chunk of concrete streaked with rust
rotting on the beach                   the other side        among the dancers
white knuckles & black leaves & waves breaking
sounds through us       & back
taking its time

                              THIS is a dark place full of sunlight

carbonated eyes & the stolen taco wagon
 

         I thought that when you said  “mass consumption”

         you were talking about an epidemic of tuberculosis
 
more sleek less transparent
boiling ocean poppies
the name of the morning sky