dysfunctional vehicles

been my domain since sixteen;

learned to fix them as they broke

orgone generator rests

at pinnacle of slowly

accumulated rock pile

riding the Rustburg express,

tween daughter mad because the

wi-fi is painfully slow

"too much work!" I told the crows;

while I'm twenty miles away

at work, they do their crow shit

moving through America

'cause this is where I was born,

just a place like anywhere

no longer hear each other,

digital filter bubbles

echo back preconceptions

viking longship hovercrafts

smash into gentrified blocks

with Odin’s arsonist touch

clown (not creepy though) sold me

funnel cakes here at end of

an abandoned logging trail

dilapidated human

grid's wires held together by

simple belief many days

neuronal impulses look

like treetop canopies look

like mycelium networks

inside this trailer lives a

harvester of plastic souls;

just kidding, mostly storage

screwed and chopped dandy lions

droop like syrup beneath red

bulbous spirit warrior heart

hurtling through space one stupid

Gregorian calendar

boxed-in square day at a time

gold-bellied buddhist army

amassing along homegrown

animal paths behind house

old house hard to hang onto

as big box hardware built for

hobby do-it-yourselfers

reality subjective

with infinite delusions

to alternate dimensions

traveling memories stuffed

into roadside diner booth,

whole bird tribe hoping for pie

rainbow over powers grid,

dead vines decorate the fringe,

accumulating pallets

stuck and poked India ink

stains gradually fade as

time turns to scars and wrinkles

reverse-gentrify the earth -

give indigenous peoples

control over decisions

rocks and rust give me comfort -

secondhand trickle-down arts,

illegitimate as fuck

workboot soul doesn't stand still

well - impossible to not

be thinking about next tasks

vulture in dead tree over

top cemetery full of

18th century children

old tin roof gonna be dark

purple come springtime, annoy

the trump neighbors even more