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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.


PART 1

the highway's double line snakes in 
and out of my headlights
they searchlight the lanes 
for a motel pool TV free ice 
a sign widens from nothing
then vanishes in the rear view past 
the unseen history is much larger
can run you off the road
even if you are looking
turns bearings into iron filings
until the wheels come off
diagramming the pavement
spinning screeching scraping
his scream is his epitaph:
UNCONTRITE!

beneath the chassis flayed radials 
churning plowing tumbling
windows crushed into diamonds
gouging up brush and burrow 
small animals flee the inverted V8
but the harbinger tongue of DelphI 
falls short of its fated mark
invoking more throat than brow 
with its post-Olympian thunderbolt
as dirt geysers settle with a billowing hiss 
and quiet returns to the orchard of the damned

his one remaining sealed beam 
still lit on poor rent earth
swinging from its fender socket 
by a web of circus wires
chrome ring gone 
battery hanging out 
wipers pretzled and knotted
radiator exploded into curls of steam
fenders corrugated undulating
yet all the lights
dash dome deck door
are alive and the radio 
naturally it is on 
naturally it is a top 40 offering

still alive on NEURO WARD 4 
car and operator auto de fe
needing a clue he searches 
the face of his nurse Musella
she hums a lullaby chant 
from the age of Innocence
Lucille the Oldsmobile 
undecipherably rendered 
by top 40 grand pianist Little Ricardo
whose connection to the theater 
makes the night a stage

act one 

a mysterious then delirious 
yet serious vision
the first of a series 
eyes open wide open 
no room for the boatman's fare
on this horizontal panorama
where the 3-D effect
the kiss of life 
the flame of reason 
and all the world's ills 
are caused by crackling static
no one hears it 
very delirious serious mysterious
the sprockets of the Gods unwind 
second act action

act two

Musella sees the light on the panel 
answers the buzz
oh, mon cher you look as though
you have seen a ghost
have you seen the ghost 
his face his mask
she places the mask 
over his reconstructed face
both smiling and drooling
underneath the surgical cotton

TO BE CONTINUED


From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
http://tinyurl.com/nhfk6dr
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