good fortune

Through the landslides
of old buildings
marred with Mexican stucco
exposing peach overtures
us with our hangovers
and small notions
about the desert
with our Pina Colada beam
talked through spirals
I saw the old books
for what they were worth

Supper's sunset
is all we talked about
those genetic helixes
all crumbled over our salad

History left us
in the shape of some earthly paradise
as the future knitted poisons
into the veldt of time travel
and astrophysicists
forgot their car keys
when describing the shape of the Earth.