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.