No one came under
leaves drenching plastic
cups lit up over-
passes pissing thrills
a ragged border, call it Texan lace God
bless this memory hole
hot set top warm soaps
animals out race streets closed off
locked with shops
so they can paste new tip cup jokes
the first last days.
Prepare soups in the reference
section, painkiller
sting the singer, signs the Scorpion
traced on Hayden’s smashed
lens flyers dream they mulched those
fields in turn turn turn your mop to
rented speakers, lights too
I believe you, saying I am going to
welcome shades of structures, plaints
pleats, ripped faces, subway walls, the will
got me here, so I made lists
and lost in the fall all invited
sought other reunions
studying to be yoga instructs
best coffee in town, Om, it must be
payday