In green silk dress shirt
careening through hotel halls
a river of dead ancestors in my eyes
Rancho Mirage palms dancing in afternoon winds
the pool is cold and refreshing
with crows lurking in shadows of
obese salesmen on gimlets
I join the gimlet parade
trombone falling from my eyelid
into a lesbian’s confidence
so many candidates for a hot tub violation
even whites even Mexicana but alas
it’s back to the marlinespike cooler
black walls and robot ghosts
artificial turf, artificial Korea
augmented Ebola wagon masters
calling shots in bald codes
over the silvery pass obliteration
emaciated camels and buck semen spray
It’s rebirth in every moment
unless – just unless
inhaling bad mammals
Buster Douglas
exhaling explosive
Laotian candy hymen
Henry Miller aquatics
sheriffs at a booth in a diner
in deep blonde auditions
humbled by native running backs
crying in deep caves
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