trippin’ elephant
-phat
trance-groove
beats
ash-lit
milky
hours-before-dawn
in chrome-heeled ride…
wheelin’
slick slurbs
of industrial
high plains
gunfire
cal-mex vato stucco
slapped-fast
-into
edge-moraines
gone ‘yonder
where ghetto were wuz
pre-masted super-lubed
technicolor floatin’ jams
here died now live 4-evr
cool dim time once
now bleak black vibe
of flowers for dispatched
sons
and moons
and looney tunes
they come up just so
from nothing
melt down, melt down, melt down
new who
you are
I mean you too
—
John Michael Flynn is currently an English Language Fellow with the US State Department in Khabarovsk, Russia. His most recent poetry collection, Keepers Meet Questing Eyes (2014) is available from Leaf Garden Press. Find him on the web at www.basilrosa.com.