Tell me how you read
in the current of everything
is beautiful FYI
I walk the strip
In the shape of dizziness
ascend with a soft whine
rhythm like a compromise
my rider
mirage
and fire fighter
we do nothing
but celebrate
the wet life
of a good outing
ride escalators
in the shadow of the rail
how every night
a short stack
the so little
is long like a belt
cadillac encounters
the grammar
is tragic
baroque
participation trophy
she says
god says
I’ll pay you back
better fewer but better
I’m climbing
about to count
my money
fuck up my fingers
in the dark
spirit lag
as in
as out
patient in a uniform
saying excuse me
to the field,
the moon
day too loose
and the moon,
the field,
last a second
I interrupt myself forever
field is dry
easy loneliness alive