riding on the convertible sports coupe
sacred turtle of ego ablation
FULL OUT through the windy Redwood roads
LAUGHING at the insects wallowing
the afternoon jammed together
sitting on curling quicksand sofas of circle being
offered seductive heroin to smoke to touch fuck
the pasty elfves staring reflections in the eye
mental – being alone with smells of Sasquatch,
French cheese, kumquat, and ale of the farm
manipulates massive turgidity, drools
a late march to multiple egg rolls
Don’s Donuts as line of angelic sufferance straddles