We ran that Cadillac

until tires popped

close to Nazareth, Texas

on our way to Mexico.

Music rolled out windows cracked

so smoke could escape lungs

toking life first fast

then slow.

Mr. Daniels served gulps

of blind faith

altering hearts to believe

love was just another mile marker


Looking west as the sun

zipped up its pants

then we looked east

got mooned.

That Cadillac knew routes

without a GPS

as we took naps

in that grand backseat

big enough to create another life.

burn baby burn

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