in the afternoon i looked out over my step-fathers balcony
at the crooked housetops and drooping telephone lines and the ocean
glowing beneath a sunset that was not quite worth pulling them away from the television for
i stood with a beer dangling between the crevasse
of my thumb and index-finger
i never planned on sitting
as the light was already dipping off the earths flat edge
and i was supposed to catch a drink with someone who
would laugh at the murky memories we shared and who
i probably would never see again
but i sat and watched our colossal globe of brazen boiling gas
extinguish without as much of a backwards sigh
i continued to search the horizon
long after it had passed beyond sight and
it was only the lifeless chill
that sent me back inside
for another beer and my keys
.....
