New Hampshire Route 102 at 3 A.M.

Red Cadillac SUV it's a heart attack

mapped on a clotted carotid imparted from a

maple sated flap-jack's fight back;

a knowing noir doctor's cigarette embers black:

Carcinogens are grifted off the grill, the curse

of gasoline is treads and rear wheel axels

leaving screech marks on the road and ulcers

on the stomach of the man who doesn't kill

LED high beam bulbs at passed motorists-

the secret of shot daylight at eye-line

is a Faustian lighthouse of the forest

with such whittled genius in its design

that fresh roads are cracked bumped and dotted

with American nuts bolts and sockets.

Coyote Roach Merchant