Let's watch the ocean
(pixilated) while this bridge
we walk trembles and teeters over
waves that crash in
stereo sound. Slip into my
headphones and listen to the echo
of my hand clutching the collar
of your jacket,
keeping you from tipping over
the sides of our
decaying wooden walkway.
Chocolate bar
Melting
from bulky heat sweating
on top
of a designer silver wrapper.
Still sweet,
a flower trampled
by a field
of bludgeoning
grunting lawn mowing
machines. Ancient soil
breathing
sugar from a tin foil
pipe, feeling high
when all those grassy
knuckles and palms
get a taste of that cool
breeze. The sun
is telling the grass
is telling the bugs
ah smell that sweet
burning up the clouds
bringing silt like a mighty river
collecting chocolate sand
at the basin of this earth.
