It took a sentence to get me here. Where you
Can see me by the light smoke. Ways
To rig a hammock from two radio stations.
Adjust the all-night. Adapt the moonlight.
Accept the family. Admit the Mustang
To our pantheon of mortal motivations.
Swing it cold into first gear. Sleeping. Art
Behind our entrance shining full of holes.
We go on wondering God. To pieces.