REVERSE GEAR TO THINK
road is tar
and economy
hole and
ideology
Someones everywhere
trying to follow
their roads
to their very end
and everything might be
cul-de-sac ultimately
(straat
loop dood in a
slightly more germanic taal)
hopefully you have the grace
not to mind my language
even as rubber
and aphsalt
chew
up each other
pedal to the metal and
concrete to the petal
me stuck in traffic can
safely presume I am
measurably not alone
in not
loving it
not noticing that the lights
had changed
anxious, Slavoj,
for the lights to change
someone
sitting with a sitar
at the back
of my head
reverse gear to think
this is a raga that will
colour the clouds
thus
colour
the
rain
poems 2 die for 