“in prison, you always dance”

i.

lunar eclipse last night.

i was flying down a detroit highway, smoking a bowl. we passed a semi called the sparhawk * and i remember thinking, “the universe must be high.” glanced at the moon’s red eye.

then the accelerator blew.

ii.

the hopi word for war is dance, you know. we call that

the motor city
break down.

motor city
break down

motor city
break

motor city break

city break

city break

city break

break

break

break

break

* sparhawk, coincidentally, is the name of the van the xenith crew drove in on the way to burning man, under a full lunar eclipse.

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