a blank TV screen


I listen to the gassing sounds of lording over you trucks

Button Willow sounds like Ray Bradbury-ville but itís a

crisscross of fuel lines and trucks

thereís hamburger diners here you might not die

if your car breaks down, mine did, youíll find yourself

begging for someone

to drop the steel sized heavy-wrench and

crash into yours to get it started

the freeway is right there

it slants through ugly-ly trying to go around

I eventually found my way to somewhere north

except funny north or south nothingís really better