the smell of distant firewoks, the spilled and broken world

[rich]

> So the bad Ninjamobile swept along
> on the great Ventura, among Olympic
> visitors from everywhere who teemed
> all over the freeway system in midday
> densities till far into the night,
> shined-up, screaming black
> motorcades that could have carried
> any of several office seekers, cruisers
> heading for treed and more gently
> roaring boulevards, huge double and
> triple trailer rigs that loved to find
> Volkswagens laboring up grades and
> go sashaying around them gracefully
> and at gnat's-ass tolerances, plus
> flirters, deserters, wimps and pimps,
> speeding like bullets, grinning like
> chimps, above the heads of TV
> watchers, lovers under the
> overpasses, movies at malls letting
> out, bright gas-station oases in pure
> fluorescent spill, canopied beneath the
> palm trees, soon wrapped, down the
> corridors of the surface streets, in
> nocturnal smog, the adobe air, the
> smell of distant fireworks, the spilled,
> the broken world.
))))))

post dated pot
sorry
the dream is over
I was once you but you were never me
how could you be?
the broken world?
when was it ever together at one time
what can I say
the dream is over