Bobby Vinton Boulevard

You can’t tell the difference
between the route numbers
and the speed limit.

Because every highway
in Houston, Texas
is a runaway truck ramp

where needlepoint queens
shake snow globes.

“Jangle Jingle
let’s mingle.”

A one-way ticket
to Biscuitville.

Riding Red Horses with Susan Rothenberg

Artist of wind

Desert her compass
eyelash drooping

for Cochise

As necessary and
ephemeral as that

I have no name

but try to keep up
with Susan’s scarlet horse

when it steps into a river
and floats

The Show Me State

A walk
through

Gabor Szabo’s
dreams.

A flock of tombstones.

Banana Republicans.

Whirlwind
in the distance.

Escaped
Ferris Wheel

rolling past

“Rent Me”
billboards

on a ghostly
Interstate.