tucson

Tucson looms over me like a wet dog
and feeling trapped inside its fur i fight it
shackled arms and legs inside this
soaked body and you nkow there isn't
anything worse than perpetually wet socks
on a friday, right? bus floor slick with
mud prints gritty with sand and a
hand goes up to wipe away the
window consensation -slam- the brakes hit
like dripping goo and a minivan makes its
way into the lane stopping someone else's flow
of traffic nearly hit by four cars and tomorrow
it'll be nearly avoided by three

everyone is trying to get somewhere
else in this town when it's all
really happening elsewhere

fog sets in unusually as
cowboy Impreza drivers get
accustomed to the cold grey glow