verbal curves.

They beckon to me in my sleep deprivation

as hypertension rises i dream with open eyes 

meandering my way through ghost towns

windows down.
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.