Crab Nebula

I remember  the route I took
the day I drafted driving
I passed by
 iridescent lakes  and disused shafts
flaming refinery chimneys  and forgotten swamps 

 I encountered
frenzied alligators crawling  among broken glass
on the edge of  the slimy curbs

 I was blinded by
elaborate neon signs  outside of  decaying motels
I woke up
thinking I was
part of a circus act
with you shooting
bullets around my body
into the wall
making my outline