Summer!

And my own crumpled heap of promises

dissolve on the still wind, you follow them

toward the fall where Kai still stares toward

the dawn, in solemn vigilance;

A description given; these parasite dreams,

craven insects burrowing tributaries through the

eyes to see a sea that seems to flow from a horizon

as hallucinatory as these plastic trees

before me, laid upon the lawn, harangued by faux flamingos,

a display of stillness in spite of atrophy's wish to

expel our carefully manicured hedgerows and

closely cropped grasses...

Seasons in bloom coax the multitude into buzzing vortices

every deckchair draped with flaccid land ape,

arms swatting languidly like bovine tails those

insects trying to pollinate their nipples.

Sunshine days, glory days, the tides bringing their bounty;

schools of brown trout and sewer spawned objects

mimicking jellyfish and pollock...

and you turn your gaze skyward, the looming shadow

emits a ball that draws nearer and nearer as you stare

transfixed...until it hits...