from 2000-and-who-the-fuck-knows
where enemies were everywhere
and Willytowne was a Rumbler away.
Gone to the bored before me
lost in my mind to the heart of her
whiskey roof been sore
twice as fuck, fucked for twice's sake.
and it ain't rich
by capitol letters
curved for form and introduced
to me on internet of the future.
We keep going, showing
the ways for the days
where the stairs don't have opinions
like sitcoms seem to have or gods kiss the months.