Kurt Vonnegut's look-a-like always asleep in the room, died of pills we were told Twenty-two miles ran away as summer flared When blind bus driver passed on by my aurora took personal Details of towers growing more fine A trucker stop at Central Library loading Alexandrian muses Peaks of the Papago red sandstone, pock-marked, once a holy higher ground now helicopter overlords hover overhead High noon breaks into the valley stone cold sober & the hazy dome of white shine shields rising temperatures feeding visceral exhaustion, thirst Clown car fathers & firearm mothers tore down adobe caches, roofs made of mesquite beams, replacing it all with joyride matrices, concrete to waste, incorporated First moon of June, a sermon before the storm, making Duck Dynasty role-motto Christ, lower vibration particle gasses winning the argument Same old grueling message demanding automaton zeal running again to softcore pawn, winds of history to the back...
Grid fabricate Stick short-ended Indian School Road bus busted, income tax bunkered, Maryvale cancer cluster, dusted Conestoga shopping carts, broken hoses, drones, big boxes taco-laying those who lost World War Three long, long time ago
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