about the waves and the land

as california falls into the sea
                                                slower than we believed
and the mud tumbles over itself
                                          attempting to break free
as the ocean rises up to meet it
                                              250 feet away
and see where the shoreline
                                           becomes the sky
as the water is as blue as ever
                                         sparkling against brown earth
and the canyon turns the roadway
                                                  inside out

there'll be a tombstone along
what once was route 1
sinking slowly to pacific floor

all the tortuous gray
will be forgotten

all the cars will rust
and drown below

unseen

forevermore

We'll be angels on the ocean

Discontented, disjointed
hurling thoughts into
never-was-being-like-human-
waves-on-the-spiral-lines-
of-collective-understanding
a mirage o' menagerie
of mind-image-fog,
sever my wings above
Pacific clouds, I'll float
down, I'll float, we are the
roads starving below,
disillusioned, ragged