Mar 23, 2010

Sussing Out

Written by Will Schutt

Read by Jacques J. Rancourt

Wednesday’s garbage.
Swearing off the good stuff.
Watching early-birds rile a mist
from the slope (a trail of a trail of last car out).

A curtain of airport cuts the pylon.
Radios nip air;
their mouths are small, politic larks
scrimping. You’d like to drift
above the flatline of dispassion

or jostle in the tumult
swans deal in. Where’s the exit for that
highway? In a book by R. Crumb
a caption under telephone poles
reads Ugly. Ugly. Ugly.