glass

throw magma stones
sand-dune i am watching the shift
float each grain wave

rolling huh,
foamy ground.

my shark teeth tuned
better than my chainsaw poem
mouth as it eats

my memory
my respect for where i 'came from'

collecting my own jaw
off the beaches of nebraska

watch it move
the way my dream girl moves

sweep sea, boom
underwater, or underneath an ocean.