Harbor Freeway South

the dead dogs of Norway
and then you see another
traffic accident

3 cars
one standing rear end
up
the other 2
standing
rear end down

3 of them
hanging
up and down
at
slight angles
in the dark

it has just
happened

I can see the
bodies
inside

these cars
flipped like that
against the center
freeway
divider

like space craft
landed
there

as we
drive past

there’s no
ambulance
no police
cars

the rain began
15 minutes
ago

things occur

volcanoes
500 times more
powerful than
the first a-
bomb

the dead dogs of
Norway
the dogs keep
dying

those cars
there like that

obscene
a dirty fuck

it’s like
somebody dying
of a heart
attack
in a crowded
elevator

everybody with a
bunghole
watching

I finally
reach my street
pull into
the driveway

park
get out

she meets me
halfway
to the door

“I don’t know
what to do,”
she says, “the
stove
went out.”