rules on my fender

And tonight I am going to listen to the new Iggy Pop album—

from start to finish, T to B—

while writing about a girl and places to go,

wondering what an echo of our thoughts would sound like.

I am just a passenger on this night,

but a future me has written rules on the fender,

directions where to go, what to do, 

how to fight off the frenzy of a strung out Johnny.

This is the New Atlantis, a modern day rip off,

a morning show at night, the news for Andy,
the neo punk, all the way down the comments,

my animus interlude, the regency of it all.