Ftrain, by Paul Ford

                Ketchup Corvette cradling this winking blonde
bangs at the light with my shuddering Dart hey
big wink for real? mid shimmers of SUN-
        OCO & EXXON & GULF & WESTERN CLOTHING SOLD HERE
              PIZZA KING BEER BURGER BOY WENDYS
the para-
bolic piss of those Golden Arches & ARBYS fries
        onions busting through these coarse grains my A-
              merican Blonde shouldering diesels
hiss in
              stinks of asphalt oil & grease glossy ex-
        plosions of a thousand cars in shiny black
        parking lots puddling suns O my America & O my
        new girl quick inside your own raw wave
        hey America I’m your native son hanging in
        there hard in army pants neon-nylon
              jacket rocking my self-destructing motor in a
                                                ***ROUTE 1 ECSTASY***
she’s off @ spectral green
        stands on the brakes then lays down
              rubber fishtailing into BUSTERS
            WATER HOLE her hair snaps acetylene.