You are an EyeLand Catch like your neighbor’s great-aunt,
After the oily waves took bites out of your land,
your home deserves a Time-Out.
Be Proud Mary.
Keep on Pipe Dreamin and enjoy backyard barbecues
on the Fourth of July
even as the June Bug bites alligator skin before mother nature gears up her ammunition.
Mama and Papa’s Dreamers swing on the concrete porch
watching the Grey Mist below My Blue Heaven on this Grand Lyle isle.
You will find paradise in these Weathering Heights, just
Sip n Sea.
I’m too close.
I can’t close it.
The celestial dressing gown grows,
shoots looks of wisdom down on me.
My engine drums against my outstretched ribs;
bones pound at an angle,
they sharpen at the tongue of: harp strings;
their vibrations rip at my throat.
I can’t stop.
I can hear a mantra:
“Shine, you dark, dark skeleton.
Shine, you dark, dark star.”
My shapeless voice quivers and leaves
moonlight stains on the ears of flower buds.
Sack of bones
bruised and round
emerged from its black hole.
like braille under my skin
secretly snow white
hidden under pink sheets.
streaked by waves
deep, red, rising
my sack of bones
fallen into your arms.