Doldrums he said

Doldrums he said
On the flamingo lit beach
Highlighting a sand bar

Buried bar between
While the grays get angrier
While trying to outshine the inward intensity
Inherent to black
That grows warmer in the heat
That fails to get attacked

Nothing as usual
The game plan going
The wining of the millionth time
The inconsequential loss that never

Really means losing

Adding up to a time pocket
Rounded
At the edge
Secretly writing brightly
Of fuzzed indigenous neon
Unrelenting
In stretched flanks of horizon
Covering
An unmovable inch
Regarded as plastic encased
In further inflammable plastic

Same old same old

As the repetition means growth
As the repetition sparks the slow diamond

Beyond the departing and recumbent eyes of

Rationale
Moving