ghostly line on the black sea, the ground
in front, created
this monument to

momentum

the still, standing freight: the train cars swift or sleeping.  their outline lit,
the spaces eased through and filled
faces moving backwards:  piggybacked on their brothers,
carrying, carrying --

we made plans
we cross divides
we rename roadsides 

in new mexico now, through a town called burning
past the places named for women - la verne, valmora, jena
the towns named after christ

drive, drive: we itch the deep down deeper still
(irascible me, insatiable you)

and the town on the border of canada:  the dark wet slink.
neon refuge founded in rain.  the fitful sleep --
the way your shoulders heaved and shoved their way through space, through --
i know you're in there, looking.

i could burn. i could purge i could keep moving with you
no yellow lines no road
ust two bodies hurdling --

(like shameful
lovers from a motel room)

let me and I would
move like fog, I could keep no record.
I could be swift and carry
I could follow

Say so and I will lay here:  concede
and I will love the heavy gravel

Let me, and we will lay down like lovers
on this road.