True Romance
Dismantle the heart
& put it back together
in some half-ass way
it still works
clanking, grinding gears
What it felt like
Tumbling inside a washing
machine on TV w/god doing the
voice-over bumming a smoke
The Parking Lot Sutra
I’m down with the mysteries & harmonies of the universe
just don’t fuck with my car
Paddling off into the corrugated sunset
like the hammer of dreams
in the shape of an albatross
wrecked on plumes of alluvial steel
Concrete steps to the beach below
I’ll take you there
if you really want to go