Otto shambles along. |
He won't admit it but he's lost |
His pursuers are nowhere to be seen. |
Tongue of the Pacific |
Bloom the strange blossoms. |
Burnt-out brains. |
I rip cars. |
CARTOON FREEWAY EXTERIOR DAY |
Chevy Malibu |
on a dirt farm road |
New Mexico plates. |
We invent ourselves |
out of ingredients we didn't choose |
by a process we can't control. |
To get to the shack i found |
you have to cross a rickety bridge of splintered boards. |
All winter long i burn wood |
The flames are lavender |
and mossy green. |
Oak burns with a peppery smell. |
Centuries and hordes of us, |
from every quarter of the earth, |
What, possibly, could make their ground more bare? |
Piling up |
Each wave going back, to get some more. |
Beaches are strewn again with Jasper, Agate, and Jade. |
At the feet of the final cliffs of all Man's wanderings. |
Delirium is a disease of the night. |
No scene. |
Just give me the pawn ticket. |
Don't call in the neighbors. |
It won't do any good, |
I promise you. |
NOT THE BRONZE CASKET BUT THE BRAZEN WING |
Language |
words and gestures |
DUKE and DEBBI sitting in a beat up car. |
They smoke Shermans. |
The common home of the placeless. |
DUKE is spaced. |
DEBBI is hot and impatient. |
(DISTANT GUNSHOTS) |
You don't have to if you don't want to. |
i want to. right now. |
There is an underground network. |
We call ourselves the Keepers of Ezekiel. |
We come from every walk of life. |
GEODESIC DOME EXTERIOR DAY |
| |
on the final envelope. |
SOARING FOREVER |
ABOVE THEE O PERFECT |
O SWEETEST WATER |
O GLORIOUS |
WHEELING BIRD |
She gets out of the car and dons a ski mask. |
Duke follows her. |
Is this your car? |
Are you a gangster? |
It's my manager's. |
I'm in a band. |
We're called VICTIM OF THE STATE |
They shoulder SHOTGUNS |
GLOWING CITYSCAPE OUTSIDE |
This is the last place. |
There is nowhere else to go. |