Local Motion

OUT(side
                              in big neon colors
it felt like taco Tuesday
              altho the getaway was a 600 mile detour

I’ve got everything we need right here

except food & money but
              there’s plenty of air
w/music in it
                              & blank sheets of poetry
to fan the flames
              & keep the eternal cigarette lit

but the walking wounded
they stagger thru here all night
knocking over altars & ashtrays
in their haste

              as you slice imaginary bread
w/an x-acto knife
                              & I pour the amber into
thick Mexican glass
              beneath the burned out patio light
& the crooked, cartoon moon