the sun has defected itself to backsides of rainbows where roads twist & glitter like intestines. intersections sit spread eagle open we all take time pray beneath red lights for obscene things things had hadn’t yet counting seconds it takes mouth mine. a cicadoidea exodus doubly undressed turns grills figureheads — we’re champions exoskeletons expensive vulgar designs against nature eulogy-sweet romances colliding generations. every story natural conclusion: back dirt. but there is still time. now that it’s pale orange mornings day moons solstice night are endless prismic. do not eulogize in evenings greet each other with new names. this summersuch phenomena up commute brief frottages light only privy July. how lucky pavement pretty words miraging spitting out atmosphere over tailpipes hateful exhaust pretend know better about this world Of course good! believe you good refract bend indelicately purposefully into chance: glance wing mirrors mighty fine price pay future’s absence moment look see finally chrysalis shed (yes glimmering) behind.