lost in the midwest

a whorl of air hovers over the highway
throbbing and humming where the kites launched
from the neighboring lawns disappear
the bane of swallows and police helicopters
although the well-read brain prompts otherwise
blaming the blind spot the few loops dropped
in retinal crocheting yet even if so
whence comes the sound explain
you sapient sponge

unfit to join the exodus of kites
i do the next best thing and cross the overpass
having shed a wife somewhere in the rest area
perhaps too many people stare at me
look down where in their sleek carapaces
they come and go doomed to be half-happy
with no one to instruct them better
unless one counts their daily intake of rush
limbaugh laced with faith hill
or lou dobbs when they reach their plasma holes
beaming with his cordial hatred

no one left for me to fall in love with
the wife forever lost in a rest room line
see how the kites converge farewell my brain
winged walnut messenger indelible in the sky

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  1. […] a lump of air hovers over the highway throbbing and humming where the kites launched from the neighboring lawns disappear the bane of swallows and police helicopters although the well-read brain prompts otherwise blaming the blind spot the few loops dropped in retinal crocheting yet even if so whenc … Source: lost in midwest […]

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