drives

once home i smother myself in books about shy girls forming their four
letter words
and movies starring sexy watery eyes hit by sunset lights like erlenmeyer flasks.
i hear full band film scores enrapturing triumphant guys with
unbuttoned shirts riding at the front of the line;
virgin lips rippling again in the predawn hours of busy bridges by
picturesque rivers, leading like roads to rome and all points beyond.

rain brings out the crooks on steamy
weekend weedless nights. poised, burnt, and dreamt down from the
smoldering morning.
nights, they know:
tomorrow comes and goes
like the echo of a dying man's cry.

i say bye too to my busy days
indoors morose, uninterested
blinds turned down and curtains drawn
to perfect symmetry, reading from top
to bottom:
lisa
carol
fremont
to the tune of ground loops
and feedback static