A livable death at last
james dickey
like the sub-sahara ma soif as rimbe had said
was intense
at night was shaking & sweats as if a temblor
developing in
the center of the brainpan & the blood became
a tsunami
of dried electricity irradiated the salts into
snakeskins of nerves
i don't believe the news feeds
arrayed
imagine if an alien solar system
trained their
own SETI & got us on the bitch
& moan
about who where & what
seriously
that salts dried in my body where i could taste
the electrical storm
of my flattened nerves
i had
this memory of me driving thru the sub-sahara
like speed racer
my foot was on the floor
boards
driving no i was along for the ride
but it was
just me in the thing
moving fast
no terror no wreck no cry
my woman
watching on tv like i was
racing indeed
& my foot on the floor
ma soif
increases each night like it was asking for a coin
for the ferryman
charon laughing loud as i took not his boat
but his car
salts burned my eyes & i could hear
the crack of charon's
oar like in that novel by celine
as he watched
our news feeds on tv during my
run
