Cosmic Unconscious: On Repo Man
by Erick Sáenz
white, suburban, dead
imagine the heat -
radiating from
the trunk, slow rotisserie
cruising through vintage
los angeles.
black flag
on the radio
you’re jacked up
teens in heat, etc.
steel pop-tops piled
high in the backseat
our hero joins the repos
otto, that delicious
p a l i n d r o m e
tight jeans and
“fuck you” attitude
don’t you dare
spill that beer
unless you really
mean it
opening credits
close-up of boots,
cut to white light
(blinding) desert
backdrop
Erick Sáenz is a writer in San Francisco. He's the author of two books of poetry, one collection of fiction, and several self-published chapbooks // zines. Although not "nailed to the x" anymore, Erick still gets a kick out of seeing Otto defiantly spill the can of translucent beer in front of the “repos.”