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on a mission for unconditional chocolate
icecream marches me across the wednesday
evening street as the dark o'clock people
have been released from the pavement's
prison, retained, like the day's heat, within
an island of concrete.
the plaid pantry on the corner, with its wide
florescent tongue, swipes stars from the night,
it chums the black ocean above with its bright
neon blood. it is a mecca summons the down
& thirsty to kneel before its stupendous
box of glow.
pack of clean-cut polo-shirted twenty-
somethings huddle in the parking lot,
plotting their next misadventure. those
suburbanites have infested the neighborhood,
barking from cars, peeing on our walls,
they snapped
the trance of craving this sleeper agent has been
activated to fulfill, when i notice them
pointing at an enormous bug, ambling
on the asphalt past the spray-tanned
girls, all shrill & pink, as their backward
capped boys flex
for them, gesticulating at the oblivious
insect, beaverton apparently bereft, as i
wonder what it looks like from the bug's
perspective, what it must be like to crawl
across a parking lot, furrowed & cracked,
pimpled with menacing
dunes, as if picking its way across
the acne scarred face of midnight itself-
sixteen steps and just seconds must be
an epic journey for an insect who may
very well exert the equivalent of
a year of its life
just to navigate the vast span of
a parking lot, not that it wanted to, but
simply because it had the lousy luck of
meandering into a desert, without food
or map, seduced by the promise of
exotic light, hoping
something to eat presents itself
along the way, and maybe meet other
bugs, and perhaps get laid, not unlike
those kids from beaverton, partying
in the city on a weekday evening,
"fuckin' cockroach!"
one yells, theatrically stomping on
the bug winces me as i walk by and tug
on the dull metallic bar i should push,
pulling myself into the dismal
disco of
titillated light.
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