it's really fine
here they say

after 2 or 3 miles
we realize we're
driving in
Cy Twombly's
paintings

it's really fine
here though

our ladder makes
an appearance
rung of rabbit
rung of wolf
broken rung of
darkskin wrapped
in flames of cash

i want some
orange juice
i want some
burgers

changing face
of Hector with
Achilles our
exit sign
baseball bats
pounding
gravity
out of
the car

wishing

we were

on ground

again