HARD TAR
The cicadas
are perfect they sound
like they belong here
now
Past exhaustion and
passed by by hundreds on
highways
Sweat up and down stairs
Ice wasting on hard tar
Powdered paychecks
swollen necks
my word
what is this weather?
Hard tar encrusted desks
busts of Pope John Paul the Second (II)
eating barcodes off the slow warehouse
floor
Mulligan stews at
potluck barbecues eating
habits too precarious for
vegetarians
Hard tar
sun down
engine idle
midflight.
(7/26/2010)
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THE PUNK ROCK NEIGHBORHOOD 