do you want tonight, if you can get out,
away that is, from you know what, would you like
to go
to the drive-in? how about it, there are flowers
on mars, and their petals lick
the corners of hell’s grin: you know what I mean,
yes?
let’s go get a coffee, somewhere brown and worn,
an old light bulb place, seriously, can you get out
tonight, sneak
out the window: I don’t care if you pay rent or not,
you say you own the house, well, great for you,
I live in a shoe box, behind the old pizzeria, listening
to birds
hop around in trees, watching the city shift through
the trees
