david jhave johnston

BREACH

soft

where fading golden light 

touches swaying supple water
a party that lasted decades, abandoned and then gently bombed: fragments glass, plastic, chairs, napkins, styrofoam, clothes, building supplies...
o, scattered in sand, 

bobbing in relaxed waves

from this cove to the next

sediment waging war 

against the will to resist
a burning toilet, cherry 

deodorant, cologne condiments contraceptives,

mascera tampons and condoms aflame

with toys and twist-offs

above the empty and

rhythmic surf

a bird cries

into newborn silence

commodity incense 

commodity incense

commodity incense

david jhave johnston