Today in the concrete world my car sent a jet of exploding petrolvapour outwards to the radiator, blowing it open, and the engine crushed itself, the smoke came out first in a little bit at a time, then a big puff and twisteys from the vent holes near the radio too. Uh, oh, I mightnot be able even to drive this home, and then oops, even to the side of the road, cause those cars are going faster and the land is stoppping. Uh oh uh oh uh oh no, that's all stopped and the land is getting realler cause here we are near a concrete triangle near a fast time near trees and dangerous headlightmandrivingangrydrunktiredman, get home from the office, call AAA, say hi to the tollworker, what do I care I'm unemployed crazyman, nothing to runfast to, nothing to miss cause there's no turkey suckwaiting, just here is my tabletop, flatter and flatter than trees say late fall with their blackbranches shading out to grey the sky I don't care if the world is made of glass poisoned with smokestains, I'm waiting by batteries playing games with tiny tunes, comes up a man through the tubes getting bigger and hairier, cause nothing makes hollowness hollower, and leave hard work to the hardworkers, and smallfast thoughts to the thinking class and i'll take a tiny cute drop and spread it from here in the arc that my fingertips make in the stillworld from this point. I don't care for busted chunks of the deep mountains that get me cruising, I'm flat out of cash and stranded like a skate on a candycane sock. That's fine, cause time distance is just an abstract function to my warm heart as long as I'm not dead, oh the free flying feeling of an empty wallet made emptier, when fog slips up on air they start to call it a cloud.