Together we buffer out on Willow

Rd brushing the gated residence.

There is a massive wasp on Ian’s

neck & it makes Steve remember

how he forgot to cc Ash in on the

hilarious picture of Willis colliding

with a Santa Fe on McEvoy. Also,

it reminds Steve of the O.J chase,

& anyway Ash probably wouldn’t

have cared that much, after all he

just recently suffered a divorce. an

almighty crash of holy matrimony.

A crash that not even the silver on

his chin could have prevented, &

so, Ash is under. & everywhere the

gore of power lines, & the gore of

Steve & his blessing. The gore of

his flower. & Steve starts like the

weather or telemarketing or whip-

lash. he wants to tag Tim in A pic

of them both taken at A Paul Kelly

concert, although Tim is reluctant

he considers himself to be above

social media & its mouth breathing

-Steve tags him anyway. Steve is

on Chester trying to catch up with

Ian as the wasp moves towards his

ear. Ian still hasn’t noticed the wasp

like god. The wasp has perched on

Ian’s ear like god. Steve is imminent

for the gosh. The gosh so full in his

forward facing eye. The gala of god

& goss. & Steve wants to FaceTime

Justin in on the wasp, it reminds him

 of the O.J chase. & it reminds him of

the time a politician tripped over. &

Ian is descending the Lane as Steve

begins to record. All of us ordained

in his ache. on the cusp. on the cusp

of another gore & scourge. Staring at

the crash. like holiness. like porn.