From Above The Eternal Freeway

In the breath of summer

We fell out of the cat soft night

Looking for stars in jagged edges

I said, Billy there’s siren trouble now

When you threw the stolen typewriter

(Car crash orange, Lettera 32)

From the sway-backed overpass

To the chrome and roar

Of the eternal freeway

To see what kind of poem it wrote

In the maw of scattered keys and broken teeth

It said something, like the death of stars

Or maybe the birth of universes

Paltry in our humdrum calculations

The pressure released from the scream

Of burning filth and halogen

A scattering impetus

We fled into the argon dark

Bruising the arms of innocence

In percussive corrugations

On our fence tin cradles

A jaw crack fury that the indecipherable words

In miracles and oracles

From the skewed deceleration

Of tyre punctured lives

Bore only this