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