Tony Mancus
from Roadside Traction
It's not hard to imagine the Delaware
line broken, full of white powder
corruption, tax loop
holes and the colors
they fail together

All our thoughts progressing in one
direction towards a terminal,
then what lifts off

some tube—
if metal, the break faculty defaults
In its throat a melodic memory, that’s hard
and filled with us

Crinkling up like plastic: taters, chips,
baggage left
to last the rest of our lives
gets rolled into the swerve
the road-sign letters

O senseless