I hear America, and it’s mostly exploding,revving its Japanese crotch-rockets into glorious buzzing,cranking its Camaros, rolling coal. I hear America jack-hammeringconcrete into the dust of an imagined future,on the never-completed overpass eliding the pastit blows in golden boughs right up its callow ass. I hearAmerica cawing, drawn onto the tacky-black asphaltin search of lost fries,… Continue reading