It is nice and sunny all over the internet
our focal point of America bereft of spinneret
nowhere near New York dandelions in western most
polyester greens, sweetened whiskey.
Breathing the world’s end or rather ripped from our pivots
the tall brink this endless wave fixed in its position
nestled between Quillayute Needles that I see
what she sees the men hanging from the oddly sprout
old growth hairs, chalice of nature, soon a plop
sooner abstain due to the terrible local diners.
We want to talk to you because we cannot cope
with this beauty. This is why we brought the camera.
We cannot be truly swallowed whole and entertaining.
