is there another spot?

heed the draw
of red-tide bloom—
emerald-neon froth
over midnight
surf;

don cheeseparing costume,
o, you, night-raven, you,
perched tall in plenary stance

& silence
curved lentiform

atop affluent-vagabond hut,
our refuge, enrapt
in sly-attentive cast

examine variform-befuddled guise
of live-wire & slouch
alike.

demise, devised in harmonic scale
& wallop of hooch-soaked singalong
song

arranged long-necked & slim—
incidentally chilled
by abundance
of ice

melting.

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