I sat and drank the sunset sea,
it hissed like a snake just struck with a stick.
Under a silver tree lolled a brass spider,
frantically dreaming of clouds entering its belly,
transformed and spun into diamonds and diaphanies.
Sunset found a wine soaked sea,
and I was lashed to a spare tire
to prevent my untimely surfeit.
Swimming, somnambulating, snoring, spent;
I exhausted the combinatorics of
salt and serum.