i am sitting hot

gladly sweating i see

a centillion

of shimmering

dash off the bodies

of cars marching distantly further i am

(hear) the muzzled snort of
some angry guys
who are wont to go but i am

smelling the disgruntled curiosity
of heads

               out

their windows downup looking at i
taste the blush of blundering eve vastly
squatting slowly

its haunches on the hunched roar of a
"shitload" of yelping aluminum throats (iam)

tasting the shavings of eyes

that peer looking up the long line laying
shimmering with a centillianth
of summer  

they gawk hard up the
road to where there is neat lights blinking lights (neatly

up the road there is the hot blab of summer and the ***** of a

                suicide
                            )