Poem to Fire Fast transparency that explodes the fuel and air
in the cylinder and shuts the intake valves and thrusts
down on the piston so the crankshaft spins and spins you cut through all material that blocks your way
so fast that driving now past rushes and billboards
this pull to her could be your own impersonal presence cloaked in the day to day of the malls and condos
all those wired sensors keeping...