a kingdom wholesale, loose strings of coupons; a throne of pepsi cartons amidst the concrete lights shine over the infinite rows of freezers so sample the pork and pass by the petunias dream of the electronics display let the laptops regard visions of the self inside which empty bubbles where words should go but don't flutter across up blue and white. to buy mulch is to regard the manure as nothing but what it claims to be. i ordered a hotdog after checking out and i sat and ate and there is a vending machine here that only dispenses water bottles.
At a red light a magenta bougainvillea leaf floats gracefully through the air, drifting between the rigid gray toned creations of man, slowly settling onto the concrete road as it awaits the trampling of rubber tires, with no sympathy.
Black scar of earth shears bow out of sherbet sky Brown forking river prongs swishing through dead underbrush Glow of center console in twilight fields Time steps carefully through this moment
The east sets in pale Earth shadow Horizon sparkles with waking man-light Starless sky fades imperceptibly to night with tectonic indefinance.
There is fire in the west every sunset And many days I did not look Eyes hung heavy stone orbs Articulated via earthen roots
All those roads led endless towards Rome Where leather seats sweat sweet in steaming summer heat And Late moon hemorrhaged pure silverlight in the desert stillness Still my tallow hands flake against the looking glass
My father was born a man of the earth, I refuse to wear a bra, and I shake off like a dog after every shower. So why is it that I roam this sacred beach cursing at the sticky layers of sand, searching for a single slab of concrete, a place to call home?
