four days ago
we rode pavewaves
and flew smack
dab in the middle
of a lovers’ zerr
hübsch commonwealth
and I was in the right
place for a state
tell me, malkmus,
did you go to runk?
was brooks the reason
for your graaaaave
architecture?

on Grounds
the hey y’alls
were yelled from
the pulpit without
a shred of irony
though I must
say even the dogs
lick more sense:
the topography
of this town elicits
something macabre
yeshua adonai tell ‘em
I started tearing up
because of sappy
things and never
had I seen hills
creep like that
in the night