In steep cliffs 

with rocks all piled up 

mysteries of your passing luck

Ages past 

shells and bits of bone 

forming new limestone

to give things their turn



There are no bad words for the coast today

You never knew why you felt so good

in the strangest of places

Like in waiting rooms 

and long lines that made you late 

and mall parking lots on holidays.



There are no bad words for the coast today

when we hold our breath until nothing's left

it all starts to fade.



We can see the stars 

from where the birds make their homes

staring back at us.

Indifferent 

but distanced perfectly 

projected endlessly

it's so fucking beautiful.



There are no bad words for the coast today

then you ask what's a palisade

and if we're too late for happiness?