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It was dirty, unexpected
the way that incense made the air taste sweet.

Attend thy drift, you said
as you me and the car hurled out of control
I never listened, but might have
this time just once
still sooner or later I'd send that car into a sideways slide and
we'd laugh again.

Attend to the drift, you said
as everyone we knew changed all in synch.
I don't stick around
to watch clockwork run down.

The next summer was a highway summer
the kind that makes phone calls cease.
Told riddles and rhymes to cute listeners
watching for one to snap back like
Dorothy Parker.
She didn't, so

Highways loop back, you'll notice
and this is how the seasons change.
And it's how you trespass your spawning grounds
drifting and attending
wondering and wandering about the years.
Indulging the mellow you can choose one building
just one
and burn it down.

Soon one day you'll see a car just like that one
the sideways one
looping back upon itself with
entirely identical patches of rubber.
These grounds and clocks and cars
always looked better cratered
and the cordite makes the air
taste dirty
and
sweet.

I have perched in the perilous seat
and have flown with wings not my own.
I have tasted wonders
and spat out gall.
I was shown secrets I dare not explain.
And if I choose the right current
speaking cannily
I can rain down whatever I want
right there
in front of you.