two eggs follow me to the Food Derby
I set my sights on toast and loads of tea and pumpkin seeds
mix with 4 or 5 grapes in my mouth
so I have the energy to breathe
going real slow
by foot
down river
to smell fumes belching out of you in Moscow
there would be heavy guards around your smokestacks
here the interior is painted cream with a pale blue trim
all the greasy machines get down on their knees to spray
hearts on clear plastic
die red rubber rim covered by my jock strap
and an old sock
soup meat tramps along