kuuipo.

for Kahili

Ophidian soul, licking lips somewhere in lawless Cali 
pictured like a flash of meat dipped in aspic
shot like the news in your derelict
gone in the fangs of a snake instantly

grievous art in the sunlight flails like a bastard
trashy without compunction or shame
already damaged on its way to its destination

I could understand a deep dream lost
within the lines of its poetry
but never the true meaning of a modern sonnet
the shallow sundries of a sleep torn
from the miscellany posed in a question
that unfolds into no answer

the waves air with mint, mental decay
and malleable clay, cleaved to hunger for a face
I know you stole away from me