Star anise and its dark black like coffee

In the morning that’s the only taste

Until my evening after

The hallways were chlorine and the long endless carpets that invoke Johnny

and Red Rum

I heard the isn’t side isn’t that nice this time of year

I found this out for myself when I stumbled upon a neon shanty town

they knew the night, I thought

They came to the street and I was afraid

and drove further to unfinished highways

I felt alone and surreal and was reminded of the recurring dream

with the Easter Island statues, falling apart and building themselves 

back together again