a long way from Lourdes

.
where are you going?
where do wish to go?

finally, it seems, the answer is less mutative than the flow of Westernized lead.
gold, a machine that makes your little toe feel the consolation within the wind;
there is relevance in a time stamp, in poor timing.
can you repeat the name of the place again, please?
Encore? how much money do you have? how much
can you get? I feel badly about bringing you
into this world. this province?
the taxes are worse when you cross the border. there are no fences
for finely chopped herbs, these are the products of a soft hand. a moon
that emphasizes "the light" and nothing else. gravity is a link,
a contagious spell the young will never avoid. did you pass
'that strange' baton to the daughters and sons of your friends?
do you have another generation?
i am concerned for the conscience of random summations,
for suitcases in distress. Some say,
Belinda is a dictator. I plotted a coup for the Marxists...
I flew like a cormorant. This is what they eat when the island
in Rice Lake is cleared by Zebra Mussels.

do you own the SE model?
how much did you afford?
these crackers are stale -- this jam, not as sweet.
I discovered these little locks and pop-off things
do not work without automation. i can open the garage
from the next street over.
I can discern my ability to swim
by staying in the medium-fast lane.

Someone, a middle-aged man perhaps, is accustomed
to the fit of an old-cold speedo. This fabric is gratuitous,
generous. This is a leather-wrapped steering wheel.
I paint dots, small circles, from the outer atmosphere
a score of army invaders, red and blue
like malfeasance, or habits that can only get worse.
I prefer the skies of Renaissance artists... a convertible
of the mind... are you sure you don't need these extra
options? let's invoke ourselves a little playtime.
i'll pace this anxious showroom while you make your decision.

no rushing please...
I can deal this for you in twenty minutes,
your credit will be approved. you'll be burning
fire in far-off places
by the middle of next week.
Cut down trees,
Belinda is a dictator driving
an out of gas Hummer. I've played
both sides of the leftist argument.
I've played
random consultations
with grievous enemies.

Didn't you know this would end with a question?
You walking out the glossy showroom, shaking your head
and the hand in your back pocket?