Abora

running truck and the vapors

11/9/18 1:17AM

 

i asked the old blue ford tractor

how badly it had melted

since i perched atop it

 

and it shut off

let me freeze in the cold early winter

it just wouldn’t start again

 

i guess i keep talking to plastic

screens, demons and everything else

is deader than dead and astral

 

i haul sticks and trash across

windy prairies

and my green truck

zig zags all over

 

a bunch of greasy slackers

wearing coveralls

saving up for a lexus

 

sweet symphonic vicariousness

i huff and puff

until i fall down

 

these days are so normal

each one as the same as the next

but the tire is leaking

 

the ruts always come

whether i am pulling sticks

or bits of hair out of my teeth

 

brown piles and mulch

penetrated a snowy wind

i am a star, and the youngest of few

 

stain yourself dark mahogany

so that you may wick away rain

and inhale diesel fume perfume



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