born in the 80's & crossing several mile to get to Coney Island;
Brighton Beach is as interchangeable w/ any hilltop Roman village
as anywhere on the blue world;

dancing in the purple light 99 gfs from now
facing him in the booth where her strange
other self appears wallowing in the mirror's lake;
forgetting herself Sonya chips a nail;
therefore no painter will have her;
the memories of time & the fiction of love
is a false myth that only survives in literature;
lying to yourselves lying on Mars;
why would u want thousands of dead red ants thick as matted fur
left in the rain; so cold I wouldn't want to make her
as pregnant as she's going to be 99 gfs from now
the laughter coming from the other room
is always the same static over the transitor radio

tucked in his shoulder like an old rotary
telephone receiver; the blind millennial
doesn't want to see the uniform & hat  
she has to wear to her religious school but
what will it look like when they are done
& gone; the thin lines of lightning striking
the island; thunder rocks the boat until it grounds ashore
then shakes the ground 99 gfs from now