Another Shitty Day in Paradise

No more lost than any faded
x-rated postcard misdelivered just as this

sky kind of slid down past your
subconscious gridlocked turistas

in a past life that you never could shake
all pastel & turquoise w/blood-stained lessons

up against it when the squad car bears
down string them along real polite-like

but don’t make it too obvious the mother-
fuckers are always ready w/the riot stick

upside the head like Sullivan he never did talk
quite right after & his eyes would vibrate

at times as he stared intently at nothing
in particular caressed by the golden light

that all of us took for granted