Black Sky Air Patrol
Dedicated to Dennis Rogers

As backwards butterflies
Eat special agent orange
In grocery store open air market
Where cattle sell themselves
A real meat market
He said he’d like to meet me
On frozen tundra cityscape
We bury our laughter
In rooms without light
And darkness touches our souls
Until the laughs are bitter
And we make promises
“I’ll tell everyone you were a bad wife”
“And I hope you die”
“I hope we both die”
With anguished half truths
Building up personal dogmas
Until the red turns to white
But the reds and the blues
Never connect
So we learn corrupt racetrack stings
Over pool hall dinner
In backseat plotting
To get rid of ourselves