Oblivious as ever I’ll be wandering across the glassy weir
Unmediated the zebra finches scatter, wheel and veer

Now you can wear your new transitions
Imagine you’ve co-evolved with the country’s margins

It’s expanding away from us, the infobahn of lights
An accelerating mentalese of mythical nights

There’s no telling where the willow-fringed portal is
The signs have all been shot away with Remington pellets

The night train is like a highway squall heading our way
A Zanzibar light hangs in the corner apartment of Marina del Rey

Planes rip through the sky. Crumpled up at home, I’m a Midori bottle I am
You’re always setting out, a neon arm around memory, like Skyline Sam.

Philip Mead

Philip Mead’s new poetry collection, Zanzibar Light, will appear in early 2018.