Shamans lay lateral girders—ties, tar, sand, stick
mark time pass as tracks clack, clack, an errant ping! Clack, clack, clack
Sledgehammer.
Threaded, iron throat threatened His distinguished plains
Waves of fruited plans
Gravity’s greed decrees real zeal for myutterandcompletefuckingjuicespigshitspillage measured in Grams:
2.
Crunching under a blood-dusting crush
Employees, bleeding knees on the street
Juicy crab-shelled scabs
Flat discus of beefjerky brown
Take a sewing needle
Lift it like a manhole
Peel back, the leakage.
Dizzy lights seize me. Seize me. Seize me. Seize.
Till The Drop went boom, “See! Saw! See! Saw! See! Saw!” was all you heard.
Crumbling Asphalt 