Hyperion Takes a Hit

by Jeffrey Cyphers Wright

Surrounded by invisible naked ladies
I haunted alleyways of wrecked burgundy.
Listening to Heitor Villa-Lobos’s fantasies.

What I like is starter fluid on Bozo’s grave.

Demand Eternity (but settle for ecstasy).
Malappropiation Strategies, for instants:
Custard’s Last Stand;
20,000 Leaks Under the Sea.

IOUs dripping from the sun’s blind spot.

What kind of fuel am I ?

My arms still brag about holding you up
in night’s watch-repair shop.

Fire lost in your lips I find abandoned.
There are only green lights in Go Town.