trans am full of bullet holes

Perhaps we can make use of it one day:
The hovering of wasps around the pool,
The sense of something big about to break;
The heat that pressed against you like blanket.
Driving so many hours with the music
Seeming more real than these barricades & cones
& when you return, scant shelter in the rented
Gathering of gewgaws, blinds drawn.

Ace Doubles. (via hlavaty)