Adam Fitzgerald - George Washington

You were my gym buddy ferreting along spotty florescent ramps.

Misbegotten signals blinked out bumpkin lanes over sable grass.

We passed through many things. Peach sirens, entryway orderlies.

Mangled disposition-stations. Chief in disbelief was concrete love.

Firmer still, a melee awkwardness that showed all registrants just

how we managed to pickpocket night. Then came dark crowds.

Some doodled for the pad, debriefed what pumiced eyes meant

in multi-dotted foreign rows. Buildings like a s...