we are Ayn Rand’s bitches R.C. Daley



atlas shrugged and

his spaghetti straps fell to the floor, dress n’ all

Plate o’ tectonics with meatball histrionics we thought of asteroids

and boy video gametes girl in a test tube train to London in boxers

exposé of the fittest



benign mumbles the word bond

get a dodge the hell out of the concrete

asphalt! Touché complexes surround Paris with graffiti

and stifle Eiffel while Montmartre sticks

quartz legs if the floor hasn’t dried, grief



pulled the plug, swirled Seville spin cyclists Rio Rio Grande

oh poor compound tenses of Guadalquivir

twisted nature dialogues with beards

walking around and at same time chews, sends digital

smoke signals to your god about news from Quetzalcoatl



here:

kids cornerless now, stoop less tobacco scroungers

glow stickups at dawn forked tongue ivy eyed



there now: gravestones are heavy haloed

heroes stashed in the dumpsters at rock concerts



the sun undresses the bricks redress

and makes masonry sorrow a yellow shade

over which slant lamps



night night advances

creeps like pants up legs

and swells like a fat lip



axis grease in a lipstick pillar

will tireless travel end?

the road isn’t on strike anywhere





crickets the thrum of the earth dropping