It is funny, how
You do not know what role you
will fulfill for someone

A savior
A dog
A road

Condensation between
plexiglass,
Palm tree
palpitations
Holding hands
Digging dirt deep
down

There is a
mound of tar

Right inside
my body

Meandering
quarter-to-noon

Highway hallucinations,

hail ball

Bail out

A real nice

Sunset

If I squint my eyes I can see
them
and they are perishing

Dead on dead
“One bad apple” yada yada

I will be here in my body (if
you need me)

Stuffed right inside:

Macrame               moonlight

Cobweb kerosene

Hackjob burning bush

Podium

Peace treaty

Land grab son of a bitch

“LA MANO PODEROSA”

Seeing through

seven hundred

and sixty sacks of sin

It gets hazy

up here-

In the sky...