Harrison Asphalt (abstract summers, electrical hometown short circuiting)
Harrison Asphalt.
On firefly evenings he dresses himself in a suit of oncoming headlights.
Radio songs hum, a sprawling American lunar landscape, spooky he wanders.
The S.S. Snowbird washed ashore, abandoned & pirated by a gang quiet and lost in a haze.
Like a tomb, the moon is wailing silently and blanketing essence on Thompson’s junkyard shimmering.
Sylvan’s swimming pool is still, no children to amputate the serenity of water at rest.
Sinister relations beneath bleeding starlight, one thousand soulless bedrooms.
