gods & juggalos

masked, wigged youths
in jerseys on the side
of the freeway talking
to cops
were their faces
your voice
trailed as we

people tied down
a giant wooden eagle
its wings

a woman shape hung
with the moon


I heard a man say
“my amaryllis
are blooming”

each of us with wounded

a fly appearing on
the window I rolled
down & let escape

green departure

getting a flat on the bridge
you whispered
tow truck, tow truck
send us to another dimension

the cars shook us
waiting in dirty
mist scents jacked up
in the rain
how we break
each other’s hearts

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