the clouds caress
the spires of concrete
no separation between
the sky and ground
as a fool navigates
his submergible deeper
into the currents
flowing between barriers
in a sodden sea of
brake light bioluminescence

hydroplaning across
four lanes of uneven highway
darting like a remora in
the wake of great white
rumbling diesel beasts
just me and the devil
racing angelfish in
this cloudsea settled
over this sunken kingdom
at the bottom of a filthy
fishtank somewhere in texas