Text
America the horror show
Of failing infrastructure
Where starving addicts seeking shelter
Alongside crumbling freeways
And scatter from our headlights
As I steer down empty streets.
No ramps, no access, no future
We played a show on the lawn
of a housing coop at U.C. Davis
as another global genocide began.
The dissonance, resounding.
After the show
The surprise of sprinklers
More like tiny fire hoses
Students scatter to contain them with buckets.
I dove onto the merch to save what I could.
The line scattered and reformed.
We are drenched.
They still want merch.
We turned the southwest corner
And drove straight into the dust storm.
The car warned us but we didn’t listen.
The Santa Anna winds vs Human Hubris.
Maybe no one should live here.
When the Earth shows you who she is, maybe we should believe her.
In a penis shaped pool in Los Cruces,
We swam from root to tip,
sipping sodas developed in collaboration with A.I.
You said “it tastes like a childhood memory of sucking on a dirty penny.”
A plague of half-dead crickets coats the hotel,
inside and out, twitching.
Which seal have we unlocked today?
20 tiny half and half’s drained into a to-go cup for the parking lot stray cat. I am a menace to
the free coffee in the lobby.
We watched the eclipse from a hot tub in Kerrville.
It was boring.
It was enthralling.
It took forever.
Dehydrated and drained by moon magic and chlorine, we drove to Austin to play for the kids
who couldn’t afford ACL.
A sudden panic,
Are they spider bites?
This desert is full of death.
Panic and stress and late-night anxiety.
I’m gripping the wheel and we’re trying to keep it together. You’re thinking of all of the ways
you can die.
But it’s after midnight
And we are deep in the desert
trapped behind a double wide-load,
occupying both lanes with a police escort
Crawling down the side of a mountain at
10 miles hour.
It is easy to feel alone in America.
It is easy to feel alone in America.
It is easy to feel alone in America.
I googled the 7 seals and now my algorithm is fucked.