Cream of Traffic

It’s everything

you ever

wanted.

Which is to say

nothing.  
If you have a job

you love

you’ll die

& so will the other motherfuckers

trapped under this tarp.

In 1983 burning skeletons

vaporized on the TV

while a man

hid behind his car.

Fuck your car

said a man;

nuclear annihilation

is better than

a job you love.

I love my car

like it was

somebody

else’s car catching fire

in the middle of the Walt

Whitman Bridge.  There is something

to be said for trying something

new.  Some things are better

left burning.  Some

new burns are better

than old wounds. A laser

cauterizes its own

amputation.

Nobody is stuck

in here with me.

I’m sticking

to my story

& also the seat,

which is fine.  Everything

is fine & I shall not

want except

for one more.