I-4 Misnomers

I-4 Misnomers

Crime scene tape seduces a guard-

rail in a windward lap dance,

splayed legs waving at the rusted

shovel blade (murder weapon?)

two beats

of a Billy Idol song later.

Scientists reported that murder climaxes

in summer months.

Car skeletons smile jaggedly, paralyzed,

as plastic and other discards witness

black cluster trees impaling the sky.

Drink the posthumously excreted fluids

as noxious industrialism.

Calmly consider expulsion from the windshield.

This broken circulation sputters freon.

This box only tempers, never cremates.

Traffic slows. Proud Soccer Mom’s daughter

leapfrogs the window.

Her limbs calcify as she leaks bubbles,

viscid teardrops on the concrete.