man's eternal polymers

all bubble with correcting

decay at some future point

my mark's mostly unseen, not

for lack of trying, but I

seem to be too far outside

sunrise over any place -

man's dark infrastructure of

progress lurks ominously

eight wheels of eighteen, holding

thin metal and wood boxtops,

scattered across wastelandscape

how many blaze orange barrels

decorate perimeter

of domesticated lands?

flat screen earth distractions beam

out and up then back down at

crooked angle like bent spine

stencil and sharpie my war

flag wherever shinefaces ain't

shining security lights

ya boy dirtgod worked three days

in a charcoal factory;

it was like you’d imagine

shadow dwellers contemplate

how different are right and

left lights - both seem hell-bent dark

oats hovering overhead,

hung out to dry in bedroom,

only space available

Moon Patrol theme song soundtrack,

draining plastic vodka half-gallons

at back of small town arcade

fresh coats of coordinated

bright paint to make historic

shithole appear to be new

horizon of blurred shadows,

distant Blue Ridge mountains crouch

underneath astral expanse

exterior universe

still streams through forced solitude,

trying to escape the fog

they alternate forcing corn

or soybeans out depleted

soil at both ends of this road

abandoned storefronts gonna

get swallowed by progress once

they work property values

complicated monoliths

built to the gods of finance

and “freedom”-brand liberty

empty lots in empty towns,

where somebody still lives, still

carves out daily existence

ghosts of dead father lurking,

laughing that forced feigned "huh-huh",

cigarettes, cheap beer, and gas

my job was to check lightbulbs

the day the fair got set up,

told “lights is important, boy!”

Sir Chillington Loungewirth and

his immoral homies plot

their next “election” victor

industrial phalluses

impregnate pure heavens with

carcinogenic poisons

diesel rolling pens of doom -

domesticated creatures

transported between holocausts

nothing about existence

is specifically "art"

unless you are a salesman