That Instant

You accept you've been flimn-flammed by the kid who lives a couple blocks away and you will never see that 30 bucks you loaned him again when you end a text message draft with "...it doesn't mean we stand kill be friends" without swype's word recognition assistance.

In Sky Black

Radian.  Radian!  Bass blacked.
A radian!

A Raiden!

God from the sea!

Close enough to kiss you
feet among the weeds
with the ankle deep rolling out.

Shells glistening,
edges eye blacked.

Radian.  A radian!

Held up,
a penny for your flares

at arms length.

Fury live inside.
Caged radian.

Flicker sun time blacked.

You are
a paw bearer.

Twelve dozen hands on a cord.

Strung through each to a belt.

Flickering armor.

Dried tongues liquid, recuse yourself, light bearer.

All dressed up
in sky black.