Imogene gathers thoughts
\na fortnight from deliverance
\nblue spruce splintered
\nclarion cadence fading
\nrancourous bilge repeating
\nshe brailles the bills in her pocket
\npunches a dimple into Franklin’s nose
\npicks a louse from a knot in his browline
\nponders why cats
\ntearing cicadas in half
\nseem most euphoric
\nwhen the screeching curls her spine into an arch.<\/p>\n
she works in an automobile factory.
\nmaking cars that get 22,000 miles per gallon
\npeople drive them 20,000,000 thousand miles per hour
\non the weekend
\nshe puts 50,000,000 trillion seeds into a basket
\nand offers them to the homeless
\nat the church of the irreducible liver
\nat the intersection of life and death
\nthe flies in the corners of the eyes
\nof the parking lot
\nscream their names and say
\nyou will be immortalised in neon
\nby interloping impersonators
\nof the implacable holy ghost
\ncarried to the top of Mt. Rainier
\nby 60,000 weeping altar boys
\nthe light will burn so hot
\nInupiat will perish
\nand Kodiak bears will never sleep.<\/p>\n
she bobs and weaves shots there
\ndeclaratives on who, what, when, where, why and how
\nthere.
\ndemigods
\ntumble speeches in whispers there
\nthey feared Tangiers so much, baby
\nthey redefined fantastic
\nextracted sole rights and franchised
\nput the K in the Caymans
\nBalboa in Corsica.
\nthey pirate exceptionalism<\/p>\n
for guys who flip flapjacks
\noff griddles in New Jersey so high
\nthe grease drips like honey down hot rolls
\nonto the blistered tongues of water buffalo
\ncorralled with strawberry roans
\ncross-stitched by housewives in Wichita
\nwhen the commercials come on.<\/p>\n
Aztecs ride Indian Heads to beat the twilight on the mesa
\nchain fresh meat to meth labs on the border.
\ntwenty four thousand eight hundred sixty two truckers
\ndrop hari-kari gears
\nand race for the coastline
\ntourists grab for their hemlines
\nat the outposts
\nwhere soldiers trade purple hearts for rattlesnake eggs
\nthey crack open on the highway and scare little girls
\ninto submission
\nlaughter is stillborn.<\/p>\n
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