Is gone, man, is gone

every word is a dustroad spirit
suicidal Manitou on Valium
subway
swift
interceptor
always on duty
right on the job

hurlin' investigator
writer's traces scattered
all over
all places
let-downs & give-ups
& who knows
what more
when the insides turn outside
in

primal beasts caught in
breath
caught in
body
the unholy
inquisition
aloud or
enpapered
hot spikes
on jazzy
tangles
& pistols

measured precisely
dosed as
allowed
rain & corrosion
dreamalike pastures
of hell's
drive-in
all ablaze

drive-out
& the beat still
continues

beat out
& the breath
& the body
is gone