h.b.irwin

Holy Road, Scenic Route

In Uncategorized on May 15, 2012 at 4:46 am

Drove myself

to the edge of

the lake containing

one cigarette butt

for every seven gallons

of water it’s

how they measure time in Arkansas–no, not

that Arkansas.

 

Driving in

the stake of

escape right

between two

girls boys and

both where they meet

fixd to a pair

of feet, one tap

dancing the

other nailed down

for ransome but

no note (goddamnus).

 

Been driven mad

with that fire

since I asked

my teacher what

it was made of;

after a long pause

I heard a televangelist cackle,

“The visible aftermath of the rapid oxidation of a material”–

how disappointing, where

sparks find us.

 

To drive out

is to have your ghost

and eat it

too so

organ out my family

and choose what

will nag me

for 20 years if

not 100 and some;

douse it in

oxygen to fire

off some, set

some on fire.

 

Drive is cigarettes

and oxygen drenched

bushes see it burns

but is never

consumed, no

not once.

 

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