Sometimes AIR has a distinctive pulse
you can FEEL in your ears.

Its not a bolt of thick, chromed lightning
that almost cracks your mental windshield.
Its more like
Synaptic Frost and Fire
power, showers of
See-Thru
Greens & Pinks.

She says,
"I think we're being squashed into hard blocks of Non-being
Into mindless abdicants,
As it were,
to the task of our own collapsing."

"And when it's perfectly windless", she says,
"Our souls are folded neatly into diminishing sheets of linen."

I remembered my mother trying to poison me with gasoline.

I said,

"I'd rather my entire head were a fresh orange engine block from a
1971
Buick Skylark,
cold blue Halogen
headlights for eyes.
Something is safe about being inanimate.

White crosses fly
by
on the right.

significant crosses.

They say Lester and Dusty
died there, now 3 miles back.
They had got themselves gnarled
up and on a long-gone guardrail.
The Long Black Snake ate 'em up.

Cheryl tosses the pale
yellow symbols
of Aspiration
(I'd found for her)
from my
Swirling Red Convertible,
correctly guessing,
I'd never stop
driving
my M e r c u r y
through her clouds.