• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 10

brake check

heavy–like a stack of cars heavy. a stack of cars ready
to plummet down, precariously perched atop one
another heavy. clustering carburetors. solenoids
sway a wind away from crushing chaos. a
stack of cars hitting the ground from
who knows how far up–heavy. a
clusterfuck of “who’s-to-say’s”
and “maybe some day’s” soak
into my spine, leaden and
heavy. encase each
vertebrate in
its own


while I
this earth
to rubble. this
heavy axel-skeleton
folds down, pounds into
pavement–prints a self portrait,
crooked gear shift broken in a stack
of cars. simple thing, amongst the heavy.