07/25/2021
Gash across
basin nights.
concrete
veins, only
paths to
sunken glamor.
Sine wave
vibrations
tell
two stories.
one is dark,
the other falsely
sunny.
Grit slipped
hidden
under palms,
under beams
of neon haze.
Nights took
away some vision,
a notion
falsely planted.
how funny—
you wanted
balmy cliffs,
but got
bottomless noir.