Smogland

( by Nick Mancuso )

take the freeway south to exit-rampart past whizz icecream coast
earthquake but, side of mountain fizzy slid on the unpacific coast
this sports car can move itself and the radioland is mapped

lights of scattered this is a city not built but shoved into the
deep dry crevice of shindig city, city of the buzzing fly

no don’t listen cover yer mouth as you jam up against the neighboring
sideglanced mirror, rearviewed turn and turn again keep straight

mountains of dirty sugar and the insect lifts that tower above the
land led to near extinct breathing stuck gridlocked i am no map
inside but you can be one if you want to, you are now stuck

suck me from this place out into some soft weepy land my desert
is bigger now than arizona i have a chair to sit on planet smog

take me i am ready for a la brea or tar to cover the ancient neolithic
hills the sign that read an error wild west phobia come its true
spotlight the poster baby
the sun set a growing yesterday
stop now okay?