CRIMINAL ROMANTICISM

On the run from sensitive suffocation, proscriptive love,

critical definition & the law.

We stop at the fake trading post gas station guided by our

cinematic myth that desperadoes always stop at these places.

There is no antique philosopher in cowboy boots sitting outside,

drawing on his pipe & whittling an 100% Indian relic spirit doll

to gull those lacking our hard knowing.

Inside there is instead a young fat girl who stares at sweaty

dangerous boys cause she’s wanting them to steal

something.

We better get moving.