Skyland Boulevard

And I am in love with the Chardonnay      the hard spackled lights,

The all you can eat buffet      fat with fritters      little craw, crayfish,

Lobster, spice      an atrium of reunion      this brutal closet, this mini-

Malled arch of earth      this expenditure      thoroughfare to Jesus,

Jay-Z & we’re in it      over our heads with the late Jimmy Rodgers

It’s peach pickin’ time in the upper atmosphere      the American

Thrift      repeating itself in tintinnabulation      reciprocity & rebound

Relationships      doubling for the real thing      like the seltzer pop

Of bubbly      food & fast      like the giddy-up & go      of graveyards

One headlight, hubcap, hills in every direction      little clay runnels

Clandestine with shopping      with Lowe’s, Payless      why pay at all?

Even the theaters begin to cloud the stars      with Right Turns Only

Headstones you can mow over      just enough gas for getting there