Glare from Naupaka-leaf vibration wedges

Flickering stick figure robots

Black against the ocean’s molten edges,

Giacomettis breaking into ziggurats,


Mast, sails, Seurats shaken into oscillating cubes,

Pixeled doglegs of the waves repeated

On passing incandescent inner tubes,

Another summer’s alias completed


On this inflated plastic island

Where fuzzy, uninterpolated donuts

Zigzag in the diamond wind

And the twisting amber planet juts


Beneath newlyweds pressed unhappily

In the jagged future of the crooked sea.