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VI

in the parking lot

a thousand hisses punch

above me in the hot wind

the lights burr on

night puckers with blinks

inside my chest

there is a flowering fist

an empty can herky-jerks

across the humid-slick asphalt

I too am a glassbreak hum

from the coal black beyond

the blinding lights

suddenly falls wet

sizzling needles