model t

ride with me on the back of a false god.
i was told we were highway sisters
& i can see the resemblance. 
our teeth tossed like dice. i have been 
collecting specimens. i have been
calling the friday bigrade. no one has seen
a victory in the last hundred years.
tell me, did your ancestors burn 
your only piece of the moon? did they
put the fat in their mouth & suck?
i ask for a vaccine against the decade. 
let's not talk here out in the open
where all the mice can see us. i need a bee hive.
i need a brethren castle. instead, i have
the rusted yard. the corn field
cut for the winter. there are so many places
to go & run. i hold the factory in a soft heart place.
it's where my father found his gender.
only through repetition. assembly line.
how do you power you hunger? i give mine
a galloon of gasoline. i tell it, "we could
own the mountain." no one owns the mountain
of course but it's covered in ear tags.
herd the cow into my mouth. we need
only five hundred more signatures before
we have a consensus. none of us wants 
to drive a car to work. 
none of us want to wear the leather gloves.
the car is running in the driveway.
we really have to go. there are grapefruit waiting.