The cold Los Angeles home for the evening

midnight cold warrior
sacrilege in the temple of air
solidifying in southern smoke
like trails in mountain holes
disdained under the lightening of bears
here, so camouflaged in the blood of saints
where will we go
now that the door masks inferno tables
not right away, not in this winter sun
the cool, cool explanation
tires running flat in east December
taking the traced hero home for the evening