gem show / by Vincent Carafano

maranatha in your used car    thick malaise

it's true we've got a wage and nothing will be spared


beyond the saguaro Zevon trumps all day tower clouds

and raw chuffed cigarillos, I believe you taught me


distraction theology in this world is the pronged sterling squashblossom,

the singer-wizards, and the lovesick,


I don't yet know the sweet lonesome and don't stop til I do