Stale hope

It was secret to three,
late night, headlight led, desert roaming,
gas station fed, met
at the end of it all with her bed.
Bomb shelter, shuttered out
black hole full of heat, unbuttoned
my way home
from hip bones to feet.
Nothing better to do on a road like that.
Just leave last year behind, just drive
because you know that you've
wrecked it, bite down hard
on the wheel and toss out
expulsions brass necklace.
Wake up earlier than that sun,
pleased to eat streets for
breakfast. It's the way,
wandering one, broken
down into desperate dial
tones, growing and
falling and damning the
weakness and friends
for not calling.
Why the fuck am I here,