Dying lingerie.

There was a kango last seen disappearing 

in the deer park near the cemetery 

whom knew a thing or two 

about panthers that mouthed off 

a white knuckle ride to dying lingerie 

Resisting those lingering thoughts 

of getting into cars with strangers 

As stars collapse in looted hotels 

Unfurled Lost dreams of mountains

The range of Useless information.

The ocean swallowed blood 

And spat you back at the modernity 

Of petrified rubbers languishing 

On the beach filled with langoustine.