Jettison

Let's slump into Leer jets
and Travel the world
with well-weeded hands
and Ruby Falls stomachs

And after the close call
with dogs on the runway,
five blocks of Atlanta will
glaze hard with our puke

On down to Rio
with darling brown eyes
We'll ask for directions
from gold-toothed bowlers

They've pubic hair secrets
perhaps hearts or a spade
or street maps to broken homes
what a weird gamble