City of bitches & dudes
aware lost only imagination
for fashion & fantasy baseball
but nobody's playing
Neon moon halved
storm always moving in
heavy carefree airs
Sidewalk rolling
without wavin'
Within invisible waves
escape is made
then came escapade
shipwreck shit
at some dump
called Friendship Inn
Megaliths in movements
seekers of salvation relief
broken humanity streets
hugging the church gates
crowding the fire lane
Sirens & automatic angel
broadcasting classical
at McDonald's parking zone
Calming muses
to satisfy criminality
All angles covered regardless
urban barrack secure
junkies with needles
in the shadows
Dollars lost, free coffee
lathers & soap, pool,
air turned to Iceland
Identification nation
late night into the beat
of immortal moonlight
soft cement blues glow
tumbling betwixt the towers
Humming buzzing boulevards
shouting social static
& distortion
to the rhythm
of high heel shoes
Sleepwalkers
not officially evil
Sunday morning sent cruising west
wastelands deserted
except for the American carnage
making airport runways
one two three
... what for
unavailable
Land home
dreaming dreamier
gothic hunger
to devour the world
Cavernous luxuries
& humble demeanor
plasma ghosted
still quite alone
under mortal sunlight
feeding the ether
In moves the haboob
dirt curtain horizon
shepherding cumulus
thunderheads over
gloom-dark grey-rock
mountains & ice cream
truck tones tinkle
in the twisty down-pressure
of atmospheric
baubles of dust
Curious downwind hawk
circling updrafts into dark clouds
Who but anyone
but the downtrodden
could guess what winged things
hope for or believe
Great jets of Zeus hollow-phonic
bass-boom currents
Dome symphonies of sonic layers
mind troubling senses
for transient man
touching Apache tears
with no sins washed
grand gully-washing thrust
thunderclap lightning
God not done talking
~ Douglas McDaniel
Tolleson, Arizona
