Little Caesar

It wasn’t in the clouds that we should
get away that easy

the big fuck you of
Paradise
woven together with
strands of tidewater & regret

but tongue-tied & the way it looked in
Time magazine w/night sweats & silver
bullets all lined up like a firing squad

aloha blue highlight reels played
in reverse on a surface of crushed
aluminum & wet sand

Pretty pictures though…

I think I’ll get them tattooed
on my neck

that’s the way it works in Hollywood