Driver, please. Let's slow things down. I can't endure the speed you favor, here where the air's electric hands keep charging everything, a blur of matter fogs the window and my mind to rub it. Don't look now, but the vast majority of chimpanzees on the road's soft shoulder can't determine: Which fascinates more, the thing per se or the decoration on its leaking package? How like us, they-- (The hand mistook me that arranged my being bound here, buckled. I have been mistaken, ripped from a wave of in-flight radio: wakened brutally is brutally awakened, plucked from the grip of "asleep on the slope of an open poppy." One has meant this torture for another, clearly. Do we welt the same, make similar whimper? Did he take my name? I'll take another.) it is the decoration. By which I mean, we have a lot between us. You're European, and I have been to Venice where the waters pave and they can't play tennis. Fair gondolier, it is my pleasure to confess: nor will you ever catch me in athletic dress, hunched waiting at the net for a ball knocked fast in my direction, hot with fervor to knock it back to the opposing player. It just won't do. Driver, please. I have shared with you. I have become a person. That's supposed to make it hard to hurt me. The future rises, bellows, wrinkles. I can't keep living in a cramped sedan, I won't keep living in a cramped sedan-- though you hold the road, I'll give you that. There are instances of smoke and mirror, instances of shouting fire. Though you hold the road, I'll give you that, there are instances of "sticking to it" that I can't admire, and ours isn't an adhesion I ever expect to look back on wistfully. But that's for time to decide, not me. "Just around the corner, there's a rainbow in the sky."-- Haven't you ever just had to believe it? Look, if it's a cup of coffee you're after, I bet there's someplace brilliant up ahead. I bet there's someplace right around the bend. Ash in the eye and the nose and the mouth, shit in the pants and the mouth and the hand. Hound on the back of the hand and the lap, slap on the face of the hound and the ass. Ash in the eye and the nose and the mouth, mouth on the nose on the face in the pants. Hound on the back of the hand in the lap, slap on the face of the hound in the ass. Ash in the eye and the nose and the mouth and the mouth won't stop, it comforts itself, it comforts me. Funny I keep on looking out the window, identifying even as you do this. The orchids cry that yesterday were pollen ground in the fuzz of dead-drunk bees. I will not submit to being ferried that way. Driver, please. Where to now, Tierra del Fuego? There is no travel but the travel that concludes in shrieking with abandon, is there? --No. What you need is to remember what it felt like beforehand, that emptiness. Call up pictures, melodies, etc., but part of you will resist that assistance, divide from it. Drag the edge of that memory-- yes, it's more like forgetting--across that divide, until something like a rabbit-hole opens inside you. Vanish into the hole. Vanish, it is your only opportunity. It will stun you for another minute, but when the stunning passes, you will again be nowhere, nothing, and even more at peace with it.
Superheroes as 2004 Volkswagen Passat: A Double Sonnet
The Invisible Woman is the windshield. Mr. Fantastic is the wiper fluid. The Thing is the tire. The Human Torch is the spark plug. Spiderman is the antenna. Storm is the ignition coil. Rogue is the crank shaft. The Punisher is the exhaust pipe. Captain America is the hub cap. Quicksilver is the oil. Rogue is the gasoline. Psylocke is the catalytic converter. The Hulk is the cylinder block. She Hulk is the mount. Mantis is the manifold. Ms. Marvel is the muffler. The Scarlet Witch is the instrument panel. Iceman is the cooling system. Wolverine is the hood. Colossus is the camshaft. Banshee is the horn. Polaris is the voltage regulator. Silver Surfer is the rearview mirror. Powerman is the bearing. Phoenix is the powertrain. Emma Frost is the hinge pillar. The Vision is the fuse box. Black Widow is the brake.