Are you ready the big question
I look up at my blue ragged mountains in the distance against the torn paper sky rising sun.
beyond them lies John
I scream Bitches Brew
more at myself now
head down escaping wind
only sound rhythmic whir whir whir breaking silence
pumping legs round and round
does not help
I am done
the eagle on the no u-turn sign
neither seems to notice
mad max moment
girls all dressed up
no wear to go
Mouth is mixed with sickly sweet and bitter salt.
leo rust 