sandcastles...
a willing suspension,
masochism,

or the only game in town?

read underneath if you insist

but don't be surprised

if it comes out all backward

irony escapes

you lock the door behind

'cause the desert is all you can know

here
let me careen

head rolling
there -
no there

what did he say?

worthless mouth

artist

might as well
cut the logo,
place it on your tongue

for all it cost,
and where it's from

nervous salesman with sweaty palms
believes in his product
too much

wants you to too

times to start,
like waves,
offer their swells
without alarm bells

you can't hear

you can't fear

things that make us
can break us

mine
ignorance, and poverty

saved me for my son

her Lampedusa fisherman,
he would that he be.

not her storm and rocks and sea