Moist Concrete Cake
Spreading like fans, your webbed feet
stamp the moist concrete cake.
Chicken wire mats the beach
raking away clumps of wet kelp.
Your tendrils clench barber poles
and you stagger off drunk. Tomorrow,
a fern's nodding head will uncoil
and hang over its spiraling thoughts.
Crooked panels of an armadillo husk
erect a maze - you duck for cover.
A cougar's scream curls around corners
scattering you into sawdust.
Shiny batons spin like startled confetti
and drizzle upon your peach-skinned cheeks.