Buried in Pulses
Dedicated to Vanessa Siegl

In aging prizefighter heart
Thrown fight in your favor
We can’t speak like this to each other
Science and progress
In desperate relationship math
Eight pounds of hard white
In black trenchcoat
Over Yankee heritage
Of specialized backstroke
On acres of pearl land
Pristine in wartime service
Out of retro heads
In barroom brawls
With aged transvestites
Over angry black liquors
A spot on the open road
Where eagle wings are unclipped
And roadkill is barely legal
Sideways down backroads
Into dusty lockers
Of abandoned truckstops
Where egg salad breakdowns
Build futile mountains
In vending machine payouts