Call the Mars handlers
and take a breath of Brautigan
Geary’s sort of tuneless
on this mortal afternoon
ONE WAY UP
this rock of thrown attention
we will meet at After Mart
the fun to be made slicker
corridor of the final offer
padded till the gentlemen switched pants
load and tuck for a rental
all scouted with a clown’s mentality
and bent for the lowering shares
novel bicycle and a deafer disdain
I can’t hate the distance
better the wane of a coffee druggist
thirsty for the icicle stone