Poem: Intersection

 

Rainy Intersection

 

fat beads on phone wires 

slide thick to drip,

numb as the drool of a monstrous Infant,

whose grey deformed pliant dome

stares down with mock horror

at the myriad slanted trajectories:

 how they end on hot tar, empty as run off,

nothing but fizzle on a char of roads.

tires slice through the ceaseless slaughter

with the polite manners of dutiful butchers. 

 

commuters,

those metal-cloaked lip-biters,

come and go, chug and roll, smoke and chug,

sit at attention, roll and inhale smoke 

and chug and come to go to honk and brake and jerk to

peel-out screech cuss stress.

they come and roll and stop and go to roll to stop and go to come

and roll stoplights lines limits laws of a 

not-so-friendly legalized mathematics.

such it is, this come-and-stop/go geometry

which enfolds the tin metal cloak 

of  each and every flesh-nucleus.

at least 

so it is here, this intersection.

this watering hole 

of the city’s motion sickness.

this particular hollywood hub-glut 

of narcissistic pop music drama/mine.

what would a last prayer look like here?

splayed open on the never-ending concrete slabs,

vivisected by streetlamps, cleansed by polluted rain,

picked over by the crashed claws 

of wrecked dented shreds of tin metal

under the smog-plump Shadow?

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10/7/24 eds

San Fernando Valley, circa 1990's