LIKE
(five guys from forever)
Like no run in this running
ever before, and this road goes
forth, turning mountains. Five guys
from forever are riding their own
invisible rails. Atchison, Topeka
and Santa Fe indeed.
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Like they pull into Sacramento dented,
the fat Hudson Hornet they've driven
like some Cadillac Packard steambull
thrives while it huffs and puffs its only
breakdown cauldron and every sleeve
is ended. Tattered. Torn.
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Zone this still-life out of bounds
and jagged and now enraged.
Like one tumescent blunder, just
waiting for the cyclone cyst to
burst, and the little girl to love
is waiting on the bed.
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