In which we again change narrators
becoming the pure consciousness
of Ray Lahoon: the diamond in the skull,
and discover the long stretch of highway
that is I-94
Part the First
Minnesota
Never was
And there was never
Anything
Before
But trees
And dead
Chattering smiles
Some dream
A comic book
History
Before this here
Highway
Here Lahoon
Is nothing
But a diamond
In the skull
Somewhere
They would call it
Consciousness
And sell it to you
In a Hare Hare
pamphlet
Here we just call it
The road
Here now!
I am a basketcase
Kid
Delivering
Papers
Pumping gas
In Fargo
Chasing
Races
I blink and
I am a basketball
Girl
Chucking balls
At nothing
And wondering
How the hell
To get out
Of this town
Down the road
down
I am Bismarck
And I am Mandan
And I am
Everything
In between
Missouri
Becomes Mississippi
And both consist
Of
I’s
And I am’s
I am and
I hear the choking
Escape
Of bloodclogged
Drains
And shotgun
Weddings
With bullets
Not bells
And bridestains
Not brides
Eternal
Recurring
Like has been said
I am the First
Of Four
Trumps
immutable
I am pinochle
Second dates
And Indian
Summers
I am the heart
On the sleeve
And the card
Up the same
I am all of it
And more again
I am the axe
In your back
And all
the Indian
Givers
On trial
As their victims
Swing in the summer wind
I am the beast
On the ground
The grain
Milled up
And spit out
To drink you
Beerdrunk
On the prairie
A beer Mass
Last supper
Summer wind
I am German
And Ukrainian
And Irish
Diaspora
And the language death
the culture
death
maggot culture
reborn from the carcass
of eastern European
western European
pain and fear
the maggot smiling
in the summer heat
the wind blows and
This America
Devours
Itself
And giant waffle
Breakfasts
2 for 1
On the side of the highway
Between Fargo
And Jamestown
Here
I am still dying
Forever
At war
With the east
At war
With the west
And the north and south
To come
Four kings
Four trumps
And at the center
Two princes
Made of one
Blood
Now summed
What a card
The Four Trumps of the Dakotas
(The Glorious Edge of Nowhere)
Posted by Kevin Kautzman on Thursday, September 18, 2008
Labels: Poetry