Dusk arrives in the marrow the way
sun rises in the blood heart
beats a story in grooves on a disc
blowing drapes photos of Lola
faded lace Majorca pearls.
Paint peels its history in songs a sin, or many
(tell the story) she sways to forget-
some vintage regret this our unspoken
(tell the story) un(buried) lineage.
“So Addiction walks into a bar meets
Lonely…” scattered sorrows
cracked watch glass spills sand back
to its black sand beach pearl folds into its un(broken) shell-
Do you believe in destiny?
One staggering memory.