
the far out bar at the end of the ocean
white water-spinned blue glass perfectly piped earthworm
rolling, precision math circle, wet dolphin - smooth
dolphin - rich, cylinder cycle. later blue-grey
is the new sunset on my lap, in my eyes
my beers are colder than the ocean, clearer
than the sky, the air umbrella filled with
waitresses and their bright green nails
under stars or on them.
sparkling new planets. they rejoice like hymns;
dignified pearls' patina.
plural me, my many
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