we pass a bumper sticker for
a third time. no jesus. no peace.
more blue clouds from over the
grand canyon. they float onto the
heads behind our ears. i am staying
awake and i loves it (e.g., it’s hot!). a
big cop pulls us over and stuff comes
out of his mouth but we don’t. we
don’t understand a word. a word
like reciprocity. and duplicity.
and pulls. and us. (reciprocity
duplicity pulls us over) and
when we get to california (california).
when we get to california all of the
eucalyptus trees are bent as if in
[worship]. we develop like film
and fly through the baptist billboard
in the castro that reads our actions
are the interpretes of our thoughts.
