Have you ever lit
this car on fire?

Maybe on a Monday?

You didn’t want to
go to work. Burning
tires and bumblebees and
isn’t this field calm?

Let me tell you.
This girl owns that
field owns that cow who
only gives jars of
sour milk.

She is apocalyptic,
tiny cock in her
stigmata palms.
Look at the way that
Chevy burns behind her.

So I am asking you.
Have you ever lit this car on fire?
Look at her knees.
She needs it for her
fishbowl legs.

They melt to the floor like
so many orange trees.

02/28/2008

Author's Note: Imagine this: It is California and you are in Iowa and somewhere on the horizon there is not a fire and you cannot see smoke. Do you worry?

Posted on 02/28/2008
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