‘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
yes I know what you mean…