082613 #trout Some polluted water breaks against the levy. You are thirteen feet above sea level—just high enough so you can't touch. But you can breathe—barely. Get naked down here. Concrete cool & rough against your ass. What are you looking at, bitch? It's raining sideways thru the slanty sun. Where's the party? These kids don't know or if they do they won't tell you. They're not going there. They're wasting away down here instead. Broken green glass waves. The imagined sunrise. Stuck on a narrow strand. The levy.