poem while watching dali paint the iridescent sky

in the absolute heat,
in the shadows of trees,
                      of empty houses,
this silence built from soft breezes,
from freeway traffic on the
other side of the river


this moment defined by
sunlight on chrome


by the absence of all pain


spend your lifetime buried
beneath belief and the loss of
faith becomes inevitable


dig at your flesh to try and
find the better person buried
down deep inside and all you do
                                 is bleed