I’m lying down now
To write my obligatory verse
Just like I promised myself
Follow the words like a hearse

This procession’s leading me
Down highway asleep but stars
One box of dreams
In every oncoming car

I feel under control
On top of everything
All my dollars are tracked by receipts
My lemongrass hibiscus iced tea
I sit here in café safety
There’s apocalyptic lounge music
Coming out of the speakers
You are facing your own death
All around me foreclosures are happening
And it’s up and up the upper class
It’s a true American moment

All these double yellows
And blinking whites
Where are lines drawn
Where have you gone
Off to be in the left lane
Of my lovers?

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