someplace where…
…fixture monkeys flatten their homemade picks against the long mule hills
and a portal quickly forms
then slide-drops away,
as if dropkicked from the moon’s surface,
to a place where the electric city plugs in
instead, our hearts
our souls
breakout together
to someplace where
…frank detectives toss salt disguising any evidence of daylight.
… where neon magnets fire away from their own procreated hangers.
… where duality ladies gather knitting metal tourniquets for conscientious objectors.
… where dusty blackblue matrix stones get bartered for 5-star hotel rent.
… where dormitory maids gaze from their sunburn windows in Amherst.
… where petty tasters masquerade como salsa.
… where ya know Coors iz all ya git on tap.