It seems so slight a thing that you waved and smiled as if departure were less finale more seaside pantomime you a painted backdrop exeunt all except the windscreen glass obtuse and thick as a dead cathode tv the angular distortion smalling in that rough, jabbed elbow way of laughing sundrowned rivers bent and glistering as the fading edges of a dream don’t you wish you were never born you said then you could stay, then you could stay all that blood and living costs too much no deal you can make the road dust licking at tightrope martyred wrists in devils as the wheels groan turning on the sand a sound like the sea, and you in this dry rememberance not yet done with drowning
