“The Snake is Long…” 2000 Miles – Cycle Six: Day Fourteen

Let Dixie take her languid stroll  
On Cocaine tires at three A.M.  
To cut like evil runners West.  
 
As Memphis stolid church bells ring,  
Over the ‘Dead and engine roar,  
And 40 into Arkansas.  
 
How swift the interventions pass,  
Full Speed and smoke of cigarettes,  
Through Okie’s flat intolerance.  
 
As day distorts to Texas night,  
With Amarillo’s Benzedrine  
And truckers’ stops that hold no rest.  
 
On into shapes of Western death,  
Night specters glazed in sleepless Speed,  
To reborn Albuquerque’s dawn.
 
With newest day a pilgrim’s road,  
To help in other pilgrims’ plight,  
At roadside stalls that Speed rewards.  
 
In Holbrook’s hold ‘ride out the day  
Before the deserts’ killing sands  
And one more night in manic run.  
 
The drop down into LaLa’s bowl  
In West Covina’s snarled snake,  
Turn north to L.A.’s sacred road.  
 
In Tuesday’s morning saints’ commute,  
Aghast Mercedes lady’s roll  
Her Windows? Eyes? against my blare.  
 
The 4-0-5 past Inglewood  
To West Redondo’s eastern jog,  
Gardena, and to finally Her.  
 
How odd the meeting, sweet to find  
Her standing, waiting for my touch  
In fractures, all that we would be.  
 
And how we end in cold wind night,  
Her Krieg lights on, her favorite beach:  
Her dancing, still, in frozen light.  
 
14/30
 
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