Advice

unknown cloud

on this horizon

low with leaf

shaking in gentle breeze

shadows lit

by fading twilight

impersonal

so incredibly cruel

crumbling masts and fading hull

old air conditioner

awaiting a coat of paint

roars across dry sea-beds

sharp with shards of alkali

I am alone with bleeding feet

and still a distance to walk

to the empty freeway

it is getting cold

perhaps a flash flood

mystery on hold

masks to tranquilize

with 'purpose' in life

this freeway leads

to twinkling city lights

and fairy stories

you get involved

in your life's work

let alcohol keep company

with impotent poetry