Maybe a minute
before sun-
rise the surface
of the ocean
its dark
iridescence heaving &
falling (a
complex delivery system
driven over an
edge that seemed so pure
once upon a
time)
hammered steel
& velvet
& neon eyes blinking
Quetzalcoatl
(my
name is difficult to pronounce as well)
The cool sand
streaked w/tar
dual pipes
breaking over the reef
threaded w/mist
like
Chinese
postcards mailed from Guadalajara
& so down
the broken concrete steps
one more time
reading the waves as though
they were words
on a page
There are
moments that reveal
less of what we
truly are but
this isn’t one
of them
