I went cigarette road and television way
over the slim flapping barriers
painted parking spots weeping
slugging the furry wheel
seats in a theater of packed dirt
decks of plastic output
riding immortal vines
blades in the earth
growing vein dark squares
wires pricking hot confined light
in the lay of silver rails
curves of sighing rock
and the carnival in the mirror
that remains in motion
while I ride on its breath
apart.