trammeling the
besmirched
throwing nickels at old ladies
the farmers jacket
is in the car
we are the loveless
locked in our appurtenances
not writing porters
in Mumbai
not writing poetry about
walks in the woods
although universally ignored
we laugh
haha
very funny
this is going nowhere fast
Did you see Beyonce?
she was shopping for lip gloss
at a used car lot in Des Moines
did you see Morrissey?
he has double pnuemonia
and still a cankerous tongue
ah yes but we're in San Francisco
dream factory for the freaks
and tech miners
smoking in our vegan capsule
dirfting into bars
waiting for the move to Oakland
to be with the real people
and see a little sunshine once in a while