slow down all confrontations
so they run out of steam

pop the hatch on the boiler
step aside
let through
dodge the silver bullet stake burst

let the scalping steam connect with the universe
like a plugged in toaster
plunging into a blood red burgundy lake
freaking out a bunch of well schooled fish hooked on the junk
with its venal dead weight refracted into a thousand points of light

i have a sinking feeling
i have been here before
the bending road, the dusty horizon spent
parabolic flights of fancy
th’long-haul ellipses…
the rumble
of battle drum cylinders