Rain interchangeable with

the walls it falls against

alphabetless like a neon

ring above an extincted

window showcasing something

formerly fabulous now

kinda poignantly disappeared.

I guess that means we're back

in Seaside (since we must

begin somewhere) and it's

probably summer but

can't be as long ago

as the date you suggest

since I wouldn't have been

born, or quietly gagging

at the sentence re: photographs

being "fairly far removed" from

sculpture anyway belied by

a euthanized block

of period tract housing

the loading dock's pair

of refrigerated trucks

the guileless curbs below

the blandishing panes

of all those plate windows

the corrugated doors

rolled shut against a

statement the curves

of the cars as they

throw back their throats

to the light the furtive

things people do in the night

(or don't do) bluely

compiled screen by screen

in perfervid surveillance

I just want to say yes

to you, yes and

watch this.