The landscape is full of last times,
They hang like Stations of Cross
By every tum. Fireworks explode,
Dogs whine out of tune, words of friendship
Ping like playstations. I’m stuck
In the last act of a road movie
In Arizona or some lurid state
I’ve never been.
Red light and purple shadows, triffid plants
Di Chirico shaped wrecks and vengeful vegetation,
Rise all around; flaming moments
That won’t last unhinge me. I drum
My fingers on this endgame, impatient
For the credits and a grey street
Blank of images.