earth movers 10 feet up you'd think the windows would be open
every blade and leaf waving only at you lighted friend for you can drive the stakes into the roadside like no one else
haunted are the idlers ignoring the raven parked in an oblivious sea of mesquite
plaza tweaker living up to that patchouli steakhouse log rolling style of vagabond driving
exiled for hinting at the heavy sector rest area coaxing ditch mother to the embankment
how many flushing toilets does it take to separate the conjoined twins of shadow and flight?
all the while a small group performs internal exercises at the forehead in silence
