Pedestrian Road Rage
Kurt Vonnegut's look-a-like always asleep in the room, died of pills we were told Twenty-two miles ran away as summer flared When blind bus driver passed on by my aurora took personal Details of towers growing more fine A trucker stop at Central Library loading Alexandrian muses Peaks of the Papago red sandstone, pock-marked, once a holy higher ground now helicopter overlords hover overhead High noon breaks into the valley stone cold sober & the hazy dome of white shine shields rising temperatures feeding visceral exhaustion, thirst Clown car fathers & firearm mothers tore down adobe caches, roofs made of mesquite beams, replacing it all with joyride matrices, concrete to waste, incorporated First moon of June, a sermon before the storm, making Duck Dynasty role-motto Christ, lower vibration particle gasses winning the argument Same old grueling message demanding automaton zeal running again to softcore pawn, winds of history to the back...

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