haunted_comedy

+_From the land of encampments
To the land of enchantment
My driver hits an Icee cup full of vodka at 8AM
Says he is ‘the product’ of a downtown christian mission
That hands out gift cards to meth heads for clean tests
“I sure would like to get paid for keeping sober, damn!”
I tighten my seatbelt, check my headrest
Decide to trust the vodka , if not the man,
to captain us
Through our land of encampments,
Laid back behind the wheel of his big boat talking about
Back when the city still kept hookers on Sunset
Back when the bums still slept in Santa Monica
Back when the crack still promised more than vodka
Plane southwest 12000ft over an Inglewood cemetery , tombstones spaced out like Morse codes, or
petrified white droppings
of a giant LA Rodent
Releasing one primitively designed turd at a time as he paces back and forth, back and forth
Leaving dotted lines on
pastures destined to be paved over by
online homeless encampments
take me, captain crackhead, to the land of enchantment
My new pants are clownish but comfortable
Billowing through Albuquerque airport
Making nobody smile.
My rental truck blends in on the roads to Carrizozo
Where I intend to send my fiancee of 20 years ago
a certain video
Hey Emma... remember New Mexico?
From the land of encampments
to the land of enchantment
I will smuggle my re-enactments

Good thing I paid extra for this pickup truck
Need invisibility if I’m gonna get away with it like that
Kid Billy
Who used to terrorize this whole territory of
Lincoln County
Robbing mostly Carrizozo, NM
Where I used to fuck Emma in ferns of a movielike meadow,
Her combat boots scraping doggystyle ditches into dirt.
Her Burgundy bush finally got fingered by my own wrist as an arsonist
Charged w burning down orphanages
Emma didn’t notice my forest fire of dilemmas
Then Only Embers
And Billy the Kid finally got shot down
in White Oaks, technically
So if you’re a rat of a certain LA variety
the kind they don’t take kindly to inside Lincoln County
you better keep up invisibility
By staying the blackest part of your own story
Jimmy the Kid
from the land of a *word* he could never remember
to the land of unforeseen-by-Emma embers
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