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 ...
Sunday's reliever never delivers
~ Douglas McDaniel
Tolleson, Arizona
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