Monday, March 7, 2011

No rhyme or season(ing)

videobama (2010 UM commencement)



Flat Tire


a pugilistic vibrato,
slabs of meat lockstep
in Doppler footfalls.

new snowfall obscures
the steel glint of ice
on concrete, the occasional

scythe smiles of the crescent
moon reflected in patches
on the sidewalk cleared

by heavy falls and slides.
artificial light crests
the hill on Liberty, an orange

tint encroaching upon
the faintly blue evening,
the source of the punctuated drone,

the punctured tire, only fuel
for the driver's persistence,
moonlit face set firm

against the inconvenient realities
of deflated rubber
and gathering snow.

gathering snow, the car sits
pulled over a mile down the road,
empty, the evidence of evacuation

covered by its new white cover,
blending into the shapeless mounds
and moonlight glinting from ice.

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