Back To the Tourist III

‘You better run, squirrel …’
Barkeep, Back to the Future III

destinations detonate like
the coyote on acme or speed
my runners wear thin again
—it's time to go back to
the tourist (iii) troubles
i've seen em (stacked them
high lived them low better
clear out of this saloon &
hope a time machine comes
soon . . . sitting inside a
pentagon (shooting aliens
is more fun than it looks
send home an ordinary book
hear the killer drone it's
a shoelace they've untied
forgotten homework inside
a locker full of pin-ups &
baseball pendants at home
in the brochure suburbs i
took a spin in the rhyme
machine pedalling madly
just to make these hours
swim in buckets shortened
calls—the snowy breezes
& the freshly paved street
sheets of burning rubber
castle motels conventions
buses without destinations