to find me
Between the cartoons and the threesomes
Along the lost highway with The Doors
There are explosions in the Vatican
and cheating lies in the hookah bars.
He rests, thirty pounds lighter, driving across open fields
now degraded with autumn.
He said to me on the phone, I need somebody…
I nodded to the Venus following the Moon.
Is everybody in?
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