Trust me. There could have been a real explosion
with all of this flammable notion
in the air, and me unloading
my gun, with its pent-up heat in the chambers.
There could have been more billboards of those
wordless conversations -- enough of them
towering into the ether.
Our skulls could have kept rattling around
shaking the insubordinate thoughts like
But trust me. We melted down the energies
of some of our dreams and poured them into
other things. We kept awake by slapping
our cheeks and feeling
the warm wind rush on the long haul home.