Search

Africa Box

Africa Box rattling, rolling

dirt-dried ruckus; regardless,

levitating over the impassable,

renegade rear-wheel drive.


And scorching heat, heart-heat,

from real driving wind,

forcing the face backwards:


the direction of exhausted

plumes careening indistinct,

shunning road and rail and rock,

riveting together the purposeful

and the beautiful and the battered

ingenious chaos engine;

submerged or conflagrant

or straining to summit Suswa

or some more sensible objective,


it matters not to the

Africa Box, rolling, rattling.

Recent Posts

See All

He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way

I'm looking for the medicine, love. Haven't you seen it here? The fronds quiver and the sun whispers. But I'm looking for the medicine; my belly is empty. And haven't you seen it there? It has a name

that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot