in city of blue haze weak for magic i balcony lean at last bar in the dark bay
i la and la and la some more years and storms pass yet nothing changes the night i lean into the dream and fall thru
i realize there is no balcony i'm adrift on a boat in a moonless bay watching a blueness from afar
i raise my cutlass like a torch on the sea some dart whizzes over my shoulder toward the hidden shore