multi-bug universe
multi-bug universe
teleporting through hazy wires
drawled-out AM radio Gulf-coast voices
east Texas town ironically named Darlinia
who'd wanna to be secretary of state?
who'd wanna export that Texas watermelonneck state of mind?
who’d wanna sign into “America’s lone star state”,
this outhouse of demented independence
where dreamy teens must leave home
better than swallowing hard every night alone
reaching out past cloudy cowgirl dreams
licking perfumed stamps all night at post office parking lots
while mailing out bridal invitations to New Orleans truckers
driving through bug splattered
crusted cracked glass
multi-winged interwoven butterfly collages,
an organic exactitude emerges out from my head
shucks, better to be a gas station attendant
checking strangers’ oil and water
scraping then swallowing one-way windshields of road kill death
soon, my multi-bug filtered red eyes
will get driven crazy
escaping from these rubber roads
from this dizzy demented atmosphere
1981