abyssal arcs of black
curl over the interstate -
traveling with
             blemishes
in the wiry dearth
of grass

a cracking s pring in the
wastespace bleeding the up and down
edge

of who's plowing
shame. all while

nine folds
of fat    

crawl with the
        under-wrought
larvae of sour water;

they teem
with insecticides,

hopping to
deliver Insider
theory on
Non-Hodgkin's
absolute
       *****

a round, and hard
belly

gorged on scaly
hands churning

sea-anemone

         in the wild grass
of factory-heads

the hard light kisses the
         drop-mouths of starving  
gluts keens and howls

pleasured in the Prism of
waste.

a curled posture of
Liberty