18 Jan

Without speaking 

you know what I feel 

in the air and dancing

oases forming and unforming 

umbrellas in the rain 

begetting operas in the wind.  

Come off the interstate, sunset graded 

on the windows of grand hotels 

Hyundais racing through the streets of hit and run 

everyone exhausted by their own interpretation 

of the language makes no sense. 

Even with a fantastic suntan 

one day you'll roam the twilight construction 

turning into chalk 

brain sharp as cracked crystal 

panic in your roller coaster eyes 

discovered by the wrong people and speechless 

cut from your no-answer's-good-enough-for-me 

puppymill of corporate cluster#*$;*<#)!@#% 

as the night goes gorgeous shades of teal 

trademarked in Bora Bora 

by outlaw bastard patriot friends.


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