wk
ndsaw
toward a town in northern CA
a mr. goodbar offering, anchoring
you smile so weakly dry lips
los angeles is burning
lovers
:full of gasoline, listerine
the towns are slipping freeway signs
the clowns/ the fools inhale perhaps not so deeply
yet they laugh nitrous oxide styled
but past new mexico we paradise
slipstream
your neurons in mile markers
highways, byways
waiting hours – days for a five car pile up
one
two
vultures, crickets, & fuck the jackalope
I've never seen bats but your eyes flutter
like REM
oh sleep, muscles twitching
I bow to your royalty
were it not that I have bad dreams