EYE TEN

Asleep on the road
Mile-marked agitation, eye droop
Looms. Somewhere market shares

Are investigated, bet on, overrun
With rat revenge,
Outer space shudders

At the thought of carnage, what

Could have been a radiation jet
Liner cutting time out of the sky

Nightlong, across
The ocean

Overture, spawn, wreckage
What’s left are scraps dogs fight over

The trucks heap themselves in defeat
Just from looking

I stop off for gas, the dying cities
Gulp for air. I don't know how to

Think about this. Dawn is a frown
Of ferocious sky. I don't know

How to think.