Sword Path

Lenny Bellows is the navigator
Celia Botwin on the pulsation
making sure it all burns down
no reason to look over shoulders
forever tasting the stench of arson
pressing on the gas, the brake
for thousands of miles in grip
chasing down bronze shadows
hanging out with floor bosses,
soldiers, and witnesses
disemboweling cantors and whores
right there in the living room
setting scarves on lamps for the mood
burning down the house
corpse ashes in swimming pools
corpses baking, clouds of smoke
sculpting worthless memories
wasting adjectives
taking lives