march to the sea



Driving away from Atlanta,

red diesel dusk,

blood conciousness adrift.

Lanes of steel, history, dismay,



refractive sensing.

Otherness creeps along

the fringes. Cigarette burns

yellow fingertips



joke wind issues

hard and fast over

sideview mirror. Whirling ashes

through dark interior



spaces. Stubble shirt, cotton chin.

Black palms, rocks. Mute

psychosis in strip mall

parking lots. I drift ahead