Oozing hot summer roads, I
crawl across to help others
get where they're going.

The Son's of Liberty
would be hella proud of me,
no eagles were harmed in this tar
and featherweight bout between
ground and pressure wait now,
tectonic water,
drowned in pleasure,
no *****, just essence of.

A girl broken up by her main mans
in Pangea grandeur.
          oceans shrivel into marshes,
warming up to global standards
          crows nibble in the darkness
with earthly manners, clamoring
casting slander on the dead,
        covering graves.

Hitting nails on the head
lawns get shred in both ways
speculation,
scalped naivete,
          roads paved
through heat delirium,
          post haste,
bringing blurred horizons
in the afternoon haze.