It’s a wonderful day
in Eraserhood
albeit nippy & windy
but Love City triumphs over all.
I think of David Lynch
& his inspiration—both dark and twisted.
There’s still cobblestone,
decay, abandoned buildings
but now a brewpub or two;
concert venue; murals on the wall.
The fabled Trestle Inn
successfully transitioned
from scary, real life dive bar
to trendy, faux dive bar.
The creep element is fading
Conner Barwin’s hairdo
got ran out of town.
It’d likely traumatize Lynch
all over again.
The forgotten railway tracks
will become a sky park.
The day will come
when empty Yard’s beer cans
outnumber used syringes
littered on the street.
but hopefully we’ll stop
at empty Yard’s cans.
First sighting of
an empty Dom Perignon—
you know they’ve gone too far.