A Heat

I need a taxi. I dunno.
I gotta get somewhere.
I gotta get to places that
don’t matter and don’t try.
Places that just are.
Places, man.
I need anyone who
thinks they’re an engine.
That way I’m carried
into the slaughter
that is laughter
when one experiences
the depth of the blood-
warm sun.

I hate my bass drum carrier. The right strap keeps loosening up and gets so loose it can spin in a full circle. As I use the wrench to fix it, the wrench gashes my thumb and now I’ve got a cut up thumb just trying to fix my carrier.