They beckon to me in my sleep deprivation
as hypertension rises i dream with open eyes
meandering my way through ghost towns
radials turning the sun now drops down
Behind clouds of profanitys
the signs direction help us loose our way.
navigated towards oceans
driven to the sea salt lines
bitter yellows and cups of verbal curves
wash down parodies to this months wage
an Allusion filled with tragedy
bookend by the unforseeable future.