black earth energy receptor
fields
undulate under a grey cloud
shield
we outrun a river colour brick
red mud
that cleaves apart hills soil
rich as blood
highway squeeze in construction
steam
stop caution hard hat yellow
insect machines
silver steel towers stalk
rolling land
toward distant stacks that
shout "Feed on demand"
100 miles later the sky has
changed
urban anticipation -- we get
4 lanes
redorange furnace sphere notches
down
throws up silhouette skyline
in brown
sundogs flare on windshield
glass
sudden swoop skyward iron
horse overpass
pass a man walking like the
man in the moon
walking like his head's full
of irish fiddle tunes
the skin around every city
looks the same
miles of flat neon spelling
well-known names
USED TRUCKS
DIRTY DONUTS YOU YOU'RE THE ONE
fat wheeled cars squeal into
the sun
radio speakers gargle top 40
trash
muzak soundtrack to slow collapse
planet engines pulsate in
sidereal time
if you listen close you can
hear the whine
(Burritt's Rapids 21/7/76)
Marco Giunco |
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