thousands of green cadillacs
New York drug abusers brush away the sunlight like a spider web. Three generations of unapproachable men sat silent in the tavern, their luggage melting at their feet. I watched an old man fetch his potato salad out of the sky after he tripped on the cracked linoleum. Spineless maggots ride their misery into Quixote’s windmills. Teenagers in Florida have nothing better to do than steal taxi cabs and deliver flowers to the deflated elderly. I demand instantaneous lobotomies for all those who question the color of the furniture.