Exurbia:

Gizzards skittering down the highway

Whipping down the whirling winds wiping

Red down pavement, down payment on the house

Nextdoor across the racing rivulets of reckless

Drivers driving towards god knows where

God does know where the last deer went down

Roadkill on the sidewalk walking round the bend

Of the bent neck, plastic eyeballs melting glare

In the sun’s blank stare hot on the wavering

Concrete, cement basement of the new place

Fenced in, from the view out the new kitchen window

Flashing blurs of vehicles outside the suburban

Sprawl, great squalls of dry wind

Blowing burning rubber tasting of salt

Plastics coagulate the stomach lining

Of the pregnant housewife on the borrowed lawn

Alien thing, size of a pinky ring swallowed like a jelly bean

Felt its paws go down the throat into the

Gullet of the galvanized granary

Agricultural state, pesticides on the plate

Grass fed, bone broth, unpasteurized

Quilted purple house coat bursting at the seams stitches

Stitching up the side of the big belly sutures turned green

Leaking pus, breast milk soured at the touch

Food desert, starvation nation land of plenty

Cellophane condensation beading on the brain

Radio silence crackling across the corn stalks

Fizzled out fried once live wires

Blueprints of the vast nothingness in the blue

Eye of the giant who holds the whole earth

Fingers probing dirt shaping rivers into oceans

Champlain sea, champagne sippin’ when the ribbon

Cuts open the towns new beginning

The sixties came and went, flower power now

Pushing up daisies with the turning of the planets

Towns kept growing grids sprouting conurbation spreading like mushrooms

Across America into the future with televisions televangelists

Preaching prose to the people who should know

Better than the kissing of gravel and grindstone

Harkening harbingers of carrion praising them for fresh

Meat metallic on the rotten pink tongue, say

Please and thank you