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.