Breakers

Tide's in washing every shoreline
with its predictability whether you're
watching or not whether the news
bringing the icecaps or Syria closer
further count the sets see how their
signatures are marked in debris
deceptive with its silent letter delivered
in sticks plastic bottle tops broken toy
shovels in a variety of colors condoms
too the world is littered with our attempts
at preventing life the inconveniences
with their hissing genuflections
their ambient whistling in the dark too
much you say there's too much life
I don't care what you think anymore
take another drink raise your innocent
glass to the half moon at four in the afternoon
before I walk away along the edge
feet sinking in your sinking expectations
over to the trite side that's where I'm headed
dimestore ejaculations and secondhand penumbras
anything to lessen this sense of diminishment
give life breath everything I've got to increase