shimmering with asphalt heat
where vandals steal motorboat parts from nonprofits
and don’t give a shit if their library cards are revoked
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I was driving my grey, 1955 Buick Special,
with the portholes on the sides
I passed a bikini-clad bodybuilder, hitchhiking
Her bikini was bright orange
She had returned from Guatemala the day before
where she had removed buried land mines
and in their place dug wells
to water the dehydrated masses
at great risk to herself
But I didn’t know that
I was scared of her prodigious strength
I thought she might be some kind of crazy who
would strangle me and leave my body in a ditch
So I didn’t stop for her
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Staying with a friend in town
I watched a leopard slug traverse the gutter
near my car tire
I had forgotten there were slugs in Michigan
For a few seconds I felt transported to Humboldt County
on California’s north coast
I looked up and saw the old woman across the street
mowing her wide lawn on a riding mower
She reached one side and turned
The mower said Toro across its rear
She was a citizen who had vociferously supported the turbines
the hostile takeover of Riverton Township by a corporation
who had buffaloed the county commissioners
who pulled the wool over their eyes with scams like
“The Good Neighbor Fund”
Everyone awake in Riverton recognized that the corporation
was a shitty neighbor
worse than the worst neighbor you’d ever had
To start, their easement agreements required that we
give up our freedom of speech
I would not give up my freedom of speech
for a lousy two-thousand dollar payoff
I watched the slug make his slow way toward the curb
toward grass and nourishment
He moved at his own speed
He wouldn’t be rushed
I wouldn’t be rushed either
I refused to be given
the Bum’s Rush
My bones felt heavy
my joints creaky with advancing age
I drove away
careful not to crush the slug
More consideration than the commissioners
had given us
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500-foot tall turbines are being erected in the country
in the township where my uncle once plowed with mules
It’s against the wishes of the people
against the tents of the Comprehensive Plan
but Plutocracy has replaced democracy
How’s that for a poetic line?
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Entire populations perish in an earthquake
and, closer to home, crazed gunmen kill
moviegoers, the holy at prayer, toddlers at play
children eating hamburgers under golden arches
and college students earnestly advancing their lives
The only thing that distracts Ed is a report
on Lady Gaga’s heat-seeking bra
He wonders: how does that work?
What’s the technology behind that?
Hot sex is so distant a memory that he lacks the
nerve points that would give him sensory orientation
He’s like a fatty who’s never made it off the couch,
watching the Olympics
Ed has had breasts in his hands,
certainly,
but not a celebrity’s
not even somebody locally famous
Shit, he says, rousing himself
He gets out of the chair for the sake of getting out of the chair
Lady Gaga’s heat-seeking bra, the thought won’t leave him
He’s obsessed, transfixed
but his mind can’t find any traction
He stares out the window of his farmhouse
at the drought-parched corn
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