Before
high beams
at evening,
when dirty
desert streets
make your mind
the only
available light ...
~
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 & overheated
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,
illiterate drivers mad on gas,
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 crusty Christ,
lower vibration particle plasma
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
~
Grid fabricate. Stick short-ended.
Indian School Road bus
busted, income tax bunkered,
Maryvale cancer cluster,
dusted Conestoga shopping
carts, broken hoses, drones,
big boxes taco-laying those
who lost World War Three
long long long time ago
~
Violence silenced
Music & motion
beneath Kachina towers
tall, above our awareness,
atomic & electromagnetic
Indivisible, the flow