By In Vino
Date: 2004 Apr 26
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all the signs

all the signs
are there
paseo del norte after midnight
seventy-five miles an hour
coming out of the west
headed vaguely east
by
southeast
on the road
of the north
beautiful lost
desert city
lit up
like a million burning
sparklers
stoned temple
pilot's
seven caged tigers
beginning to bend
the bloody
bars
and under too many
stars
i'm thinking
of nothing but me
and you
my blue-
collar girl
who calls late
from the bowling alley
just to say---
who smiles then
announces
nonchalantly
over smoked sirloin
and colorado
bulldogs
that she likes to play
something
in the way
your hair falls over
your greenest eyes
when you look down
on me
voice suddenly low
and the deadly slow
burn
that finally exploded
after two weeks of good
manners
and niceties
(zero to sixty)
holy fuck!
(in seconds)
what cosmic luck
what amazing fate
white phosphorescent kisses
hard and long
nearly too late
then fade to black
no turning back
(just in time)
the road's gone off the map
but we can read the signs