I40

I40


Fire, burning
Monosyllabic curses
For early risers and savants
Shipping abjurated utility vehicles
Along trafficked routes


Smog made possible by highway turbulence and winding asphalt
Designed to a fault, and above one

Pacing resistance for reservoir dogs
Conscious
Of rescissible hygiene

!a spleen for the man in the red fiat!

{somewhere south of I40 a four wheeled virgin tempts 10 tons of copper and silk.}
{cue music.}


cacophonous horns yelling noxious profanities
over minute distances
lewd and unnecessary
a tabernacle of virtuous peculiarity


for when the day dissolves
and home beckons the tired and soulless
they repeat the pleonastic
tapestry of panic

in a sonnet made for sacrosanct cubists.