the broken neon
sentence by its
power of suggestion
makes those bald
tires screech before
the heart does for
every son of Hank
when there is all that
waitress ass inside
where this bulbous
nosed Indian is
endlessly talking
about how it was
before you quit
buying him drinks
in a storied world
of the guitar strings
strung tight within
his broken radio
that he still carries
around like the name
of a woman that has
long since lost any
correlating face
Irrational Constants
2 days ago