Sonnet 2

Let's get a dog. And take off in your Jeep.
We'll drive her south until her engine fails.
We'll carry off the scraps we want to keep,
And then we'll ride the rails (if there are rails).
We'll watch the sunsets, make the sand our beds,
And take some sad brown prostitutes for wives.
We'll woo with empty wallets, empty heads,
And empty promises of better lives.
And when we've reached the ends of tawdry earth
We'll shed these aging bodies and set sail,
Take harbor in that mad, celestial berth,
And relish in whatever's past the veil.
To never come back here I would prefer
(Until this world forgets we ever were).