NIGHT BREW

 

i feel a pungent

weed-on-the-wind 

kind of loss

& 

seven miles 

of california longing 

when i remember like a power surge

the recurring dreams i have not dreamed 

for the longest time 

~

its a sadness-gasm

its 13 by big star

its accelerator yen

& my limbic system force-stops the day

& frees up room in the panic of fomo

& the hope of hope

for the old maps

of the night-brewed never-was