"Migration" (part 2 of 8)

Migration (part 2 of 8)


in place of my heart an engine
runs on processed crude
and drives me to
extremities of need,
freeways gun straight and hard
to the edge of continental dust,
10 million years’
migration and decay,
the gnaw of oceans,
sediment of bones and songs—



the throttle yawns
within my ribs,
distance is a stain
of engine oil,
avatar of sun
dug up in muck to burn
in a carburated cylinder
you spin to gamble
one bullet against one hope,
a roulette to see
who will fuck
who will climax
and who descends
thru brain pulp and metal junk
to where violence compends
in the rusting silence of machines,



how will you market it,
who’ll pay top dollar.

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Every Friday for a total of 8 weeks I will post a section of a poem cycle called “Migration,” along with a painting of the same name. This week’s poetry selection explores the evolution of the human relationship to machines and industry. Please tune in every Friday to check out this work, and visit my painting website at www.scottezellgallery.com.

Scott Ezell

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight