Going Gone

like a shadow game on the
slow side of a cloud
              nerve dance narcotica strings
                                                pump the sonic interlude
                              w/tombstones & chainsaws
in 6 different dialects
              plus one more that resembles the
negative of a rasta sandblaster

but me I keep those drumroll confessionals
in a chainlink tequila bottle
              & measure the getaway scooped out of
                                                the inner sanctum echo chamber
                              as if that rip of melodic resolve
might flutter like a pearl ferris wheel
              when your eyes turn to smoke