Half Pipe

We were busy studying alternate
routes to nowhere.   Just a shade past the
Doppler Twist
laid out flat along the dotted line.

Somewhere at the back of my mind
glass windchimes & waterproof matches
brick tile stairwells
nobody’s face I know.   To prove the
scar in the rearview mirror.

We only just got here maybe 50 thousand
years ago today.   Let’s go downtown
& rob a bank.   I’ll wear a wetsuit & shades
& you can sport a garland of seaweed
in your hair.