So hindsight is always twenty-twenty
but what about all those gut feelings?
The ones we follow in the first place,
following happiness or trying to avoid
the same sinkholes as before…
Florida carries the same waves of green
ennui as before, fallen to forgotten
drive-in theatres, rusted pink flamingos
shining at the Magic Beach Motel,
Neon, a different omen all it’s own.
Matanzas signalling our downfall
from the start–She collects lemons
with help from ghosts, they pour
the gin to muddle with the wind
carrying the vibrations of you.