Thursday, January 9, 2014
Matchbox collectors, over-read
passages from Nabokov's translation of Lermontov,
small rotational objects near Saturn: driving on ice today
you come upon men gently pulling a corpse
from a rolled and burned-out station wagon.
Another road death: your rear view mirror image.
Memory: a High Plains cul-de-sac girl named Insomnious
down on her luck... tending bar in an Elko brothel.
You follow glow-pink road flares into one lane,
listen to thin ice crack beneath your car wheels,
catch a whiff of some farmer burning tumbleweeds.