Wikpedia Poem, No. 55

“B is for the Brute / in white soft, scuffless sneakers / smoke”

       stretching at Autosayyid
         B is for
      Brute
   
      that oil-stained to Ghostbro
are 
and 
slit 
here 
the general tattoo waving 
        loaded to a 
  share and of my 
hat
     gnawing 
me to 
          the 
      stared asphalt four of my hats
        gnawing 
       overing 
this 
     nothink 
      a 
    little 
     Post-Corporeal 
Over touched asphalt
   four face When the stood part
no doi But heaven’s only elide the checkered minivan obeying of time Someone 
else will die 
  and 
in 
a table
      
      “Killing 
to 
the rain the 
    rain the man’s oil-stained 
    to the girl is the old manifest
    B is for the Brute the Brute
in white soft, scuffless sneakers 
    smoke 
   Thomas and 
        the minivan or 
      San Diego.