a perfect morning
for driving with
the windows down
the music up too loud
as a bank of gray sits
sheltering the city

the moderately fresh air
swirlingthroughthecar
as a fool sings loudly
along with gibby haynes
two human cannonballs
sowing a path of carnage
among the bristling herd

left early to take
the long and winding way
only to still arrive
for the symphony of men
playing the leaf blower
dirgeofmaliciouspollutancy

i just want to leave
head south and don’t stop
til tierra del fuego
build a hut on the beach
to welcome the penguins
upon their yearly return
forgo any and all attempts
at civility as i fade into
a fool in full ferality