"The blue road goes on and then"

1.
The blue road goes on and then
I look over. It's night and you're hair
air and counting interdentals
whistling staccato
moon through trees
stammering high beams
an amoeba through a lens
extrudes a consequence
"I can't do it anymore. You drive."

2.
After the trip the same kitchen
battered whist cooling
eulalia scratched in her belt buckle
Can't a guy camp out by the train tracks
    fanny-pack full of cocaine and address
you as "Officer" or "Sir"?
nice night for a ride     fine night    $55
"Feelings? I can't even control my bladder."
cremation powers     "some trouble with vagrants"
    "do I look like a Sir?"

3.
Moon bosom sometimes banana
The neighbors singalong
driving the crazy     couch creaks
fairy tattoos for hairy wazoos
       goo & gazzola &
a terrible air of boredom. A miasma
at the singalong. The noxious volume
is sudsy, Betty.
You next to that beautiful photograph of you
is doubly true. Things aren't so bad
knowing in a childhood bedroom
whatever happens    they'll go on
picking the ribs clean. In the backyard
nightly vampire revival awooo

4.
Destruction on every corner
"Oh it's just an old donut shop."
You look at me with those big bored eyes.
He tucked his hat into his shirt
his shirt into his pants. Tense
I wait for rain to relax and rise.