Row Your Boat Ashore, Idiots

Poem from the roadtrip. Couldn't finish it before the sleeping pills kicked in. Might do it if I find a way to care.

we waded through the horse heads
you know, ones that never took off
                as capitals

             the low-staters, voice
suffered from h1n1 and cat-scratch fever
                 simultaneously

                 the highwirers
were the obvious enemy of the clueless
and the hurdlers high on BBQ sunflower seeds

- fuck buffalo -

                 the blown foam
holds show-girls and pikeless zons (blue
boyfriends) missing valkyre (badda-bing...)

"stay off the east side" except the police
        the shadowholding gays
like city soul cocaine or Advil PM

snakes sleep in the bar sand in our sandles
positioned and strapless we remember snow
        semiotic alloy, hand, hand

- border, lost coastlines -

                     wake up drunk
"get ready to punch this day in the mouth"

diasspointment ran in the pattern of a waterfall
the smoothness was resereved for the canadians
and misty maidens

                                                through ash-scapes
the pavement treated itself to American fare but
metric covenants required calculated conversion

you know: as far as the earth goes, you're
falling off slowly unless connected with
                                            morter-boards

where can we find
a civilization to rail against in this cosmo
dryer rack of tye-dye Kenzingers, Jim Jarmuch?

sometimes, it's best to think of ourselves as
                     a series of tubes

not unlike the short light that bubbles make
that don't sleepwalk or chomp bits (that are
                       gone for months)

                       sonoluminencent
shrimp bang with the precision of votarists
after two pizzas and an intervention (the snoring)

- boxing day -