Two Tone

constel-fire  lation-sky.
   
    a  toyota tercel scuries like a pale iguana
    past desert mile marker 368 headed south.
    
    pulling over hearing the welcome
   crush of warm gravel.

    we lie on the hood and look 
   up at the night sky.

   you tell me there are powdered sea 
  urchens crushed into the paint 
  but we cant see them. 

  you say all the factories do it that way.  


  gala-contact   leo-lens
  
   thinly focused sleep knit tones.

   so precise the hands of the 
   orchard astronomers lurring 
   are eyelids to close.

  the desert wind is dry and cold 
  little is goverened or reflected.

 feeling the warmth of the hot engine 
through the pale blue oxidized car hood.

 light factory blue fades into the darkness
 tanglebly felt through the nights 
 two-tone osmosis.

deathbluekimo

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