Shaken out of the sky broke light caught the terrain as a glitter topographic waiting to alight & the train whistle hollowing the cloud cover’s groove & ravine face first the first day’s adventure before horror sets in swallowed whole by the foreshadow where we are now no preamble just something to show off grid iron mapping the backs of your eyes but now it’s the canopy above cutting the blaring sky into lines & the parallel heroics of the telephone wires everything a sequel to something else the only sign of an allergy is the itching that too is a sequel of sorts you could follow this occultism until it dissolves along with horizon hail mary after hail mary is one too many in my book adam and eve are both snakes & when they learn they are naked they spend three verses trying to get fig leaves to stick to them then say fuck it coiled cold in their burrows months later you’d never know the difference because there’s never rain or snow it’s just one continuous sunshine spaz ions after ions revolt revolution repeat fist bumps spread fewer germs than handshakes who cares say the snakes.
"Frederick the Great used to make his own coffee, with much to-do and fuss. For water he used champagne. Then to make the flavour stronger, he stirred in powdered mustard.
Now to me it seems improbable that Frederick truly liked this brew. I suspect him of bravado.” - MFK Fisher
What I imagine the In-transit beverage service on the Google bus brought to you by Blue Bottle would look like.