LA Sail Hyphens on water are a dotting of moonlight and a sketch of sky insisting on the catapult of vague air It's not as if the gurgling Toyota won't tomorrow dent in pre-compaction or fill the sail with a joke Commercial jet twelve lanes up down here paves a small road in either direction as you lift from the ripples which have made us an offer Due to Your Neighbor Through the wart to the pit a coffee can observes the BB that rattled in My mood has been in deep freeze so I'll think before the thaw of this thought I've saved the bad blood to empty into your pale hemisphere and the protrusion from pond, lake, ocean where you may sit from here you will see where the dotted line moved and you will see where the fickle frays of concept loop to a string Description of Where It Comes From The second split so I cracked it and shelled the sour nut of decision I woke in the odor of my last dream carried in by a powerful foot of water The wave broke so I crumpled it though I may un-crumple it later Morning lowered its shades after certifying its position The sun is down now and it is time for it to be ushered to the basement Intestines there maintain the struggle to up chunks of being