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

  • Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 9th, 2019 01:26
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 8

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