Foreboding

A breeze off a lake — petal-shaped amusement park effects

avoid the teasing outline of where we would be if we were here.

We were blown out of our minds, I think the roads here are too close,

too full of moving emotions. Impossible.

Devastation took place first at the center, now haunts the edges.

An ugly big guy with braces kicks the shit out of a little guy reaching

for a platinum ax with an Excalibur design on it:

really it's just the jungle. The day bar was packed with people

but the night had more meaning in the pockets and side vents.

I feel as if someone just brought me an equation. I say,

"I can't answer this — I know it's true, believe me,

I can see the evidence, sublime, invisible, in the sky

far above the striped awnings. I only know I want it to continue,

no one getting hurt, reshuffling between me and my side of the night."