Maybe the better half?

we rode the last great waves all the way,

ways unseen past summers’ End. Across beach sky high

ways too bold to uncrest at tide times. We Dodge

headlights fold

over batter butter heavy dew blankets onto the windshield,

supposing we should’ve chosen laughter, chosen love

but alas, we’re

all dead.

forget the main drag, ma’am

I’ve got a fix.

tap your shoes amphetamine Stu, flip

and flutter like a fringe rebel butter

fly, don’t fear the


corroding caustic base pairs that blow holes.

There’s no need for a memory

When you can never die.


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