At the Drive-In

haunted by dead stars
in burned out shells
of burnout’s
car,

full o’ clowns crowd surfin’
seats, from moon on roof
to sticky goo on
checkered
floor,

who the fuck’s all
this fuckin’
flashin’
for?

flashed night’s headlights
through the lock
on jimmy’s
door.

image: https://www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/289019461/make-out-sesh-original-ink-illustration

image: http://www.stephenfoxart.com/the-drive-ins.html

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