The neck’s white heat

by Robin Wyatt Dunn / September 3rd, 2023

The neck’s white heat blasts down my shoulders
noon desert
train cars stacked along Golf Links Road
final shipment uncollected
rage into the gas pedal

to make you choose destruction
all the geometry pieces sight their Nazca lines
17 miles past 7 wasted years

the cars turn into feathers
the horizon to a gate
I am the pilot of an angel
driving towards the wall

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Robin Wyatt Dunn was born in Wyoming in 1979. You can read more of his work at www.robindunn.com. Read other articles by Robin.

This article was posted on Sunday, September 3rd, 2023 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.