speaking of breakups/ex's/demolition

This is from back in a day. Actually got it published in a long-since-extinct 'zine. It made for good reading live too.

       95

So you took a big silver Buick to
Punch a hole in my head with
A non-stop and gone
Leaving  the Potomac in flames
Behind.

Long and thin, the Atlantic  Freudian
Seaboard
Full of hurt history and sin
a shining black slash
Exit 100 says
North East
Rising Sun
There’s a little deli there
you can buy a turkey hoagie
for about three bucks
it’ll hold you all the way
To Richmond

At seventy-five or better
I’m trailing blood
between here and Baltimore

When the broken lines become
dancing elves
and the wind starts to sing
Sinatra
Stop
Get some coffee

Always flick your butts
out the window at night
Cheap fireworks for those
behind you

Cigars, on the other hand, may get you shot.