stoked 

 the flames 

     of salt 

   in the pines 

          of seabord 

     desert 

     treasures, 

              abide 

by truths

      but lie 

    about the 

 weather?

        see,

     it's 

  not 

 the hope you bring 

you shelter 

     something 

                  like a key 

under a brick

      mealy bugs 

          all around 

     the neighbors complain

        and interrogate 

       - just add water

                         that's all I had to do
i know 

it's obtuse?