Without speaking
you know what I feel
in the air and dancing
oases forming and unforming
umbrellas in the rain
begetting operas in the wind.
Come off the interstate, sunset graded
on the windows of grand hotels
Hyundais racing through the streets of hit and run
everyone exhausted by their own interpretation
of the language makes no sense.
Even with a fantastic suntan
one day you'll roam the twilight construction
turning into chalk
brain sharp as cracked crystal
panic in your roller coaster eyes
discovered by the wrong people and speechless
cut from your no-answer's-good-enough-for-me
puppymill of corporate cluster#*$;*<#)!@#%
as the night goes gorgeous shades of teal
trademarked in Bora Bora
by outlaw bastard patriot friends.
2013