the car windows were
saturated
like dog-nose
after we
left
we crossed the
state lines
of
panic &
disrepair
& sometimes
we had to pull over
to scream
or cry
or piss
or tear up the grass
& keep it as a souvenir
of one
of many places
we'd rather be
Some miscellaneous poems that I've over the years that are still trapped in the purgatory between chapbooks. More
the car windows were
saturated
like dog-nose
after we
left
we crossed the
state lines
of
panic &
disrepair
& sometimes
we had to pull over
to scream
or cry
or piss
or tear up the grass
& keep it as a souvenir
of one
of many places
we'd rather be