"socialite"

a day we went round in cycles until our senses cracked open
our eyes into the van gough
greens birched our ears smacked by seabirds gulls
gobbing off perch polluted in our nostrils
the toxic bay
and ozone scent that seaweed belches beyond which
we touch base grounded through our souls sneakers over
mandrake handled roots thirsty the
ariels of the island it thralls me and I am also video
announcing this is metafiasco you leading me
leading us nowheres following the one true path to
enjambment
of the dark of chlorophyll
waterless the sun photos and we are waterless
set in a spit of turning shoots lifeline
a fake slick of isthmus cast off cast off you
and I am all thimbles and pallisades thinking this all must
come to an ending to ahead like slipshod jackdaws come
crisping across the toadstools stopping only to talk and yes
even to each other sweating chanting hums decomposing
future memoirs spying
on the natives howling from the tourists two
last things finding binochular hands cut off
from the sand by short steep racks of rockwalls sandwiched
by soil and grass and an idling car pulsing
in the early afterlight a magic roundabout of tapping
every faculty each musty sense one more day slapped down in
stone for an organ grinding holiday