Speed / Temperature
︎︎︎ Maxwell Rabb
︎ FEB 10, 2022
eyes up
the cusp of the city, September brings
high bones. dust devil, the mass
prayer. here in the car, we’ve
taken the wrong turn, tickled
bristle by swift touchdown on
the north shore. the antennae
bent over the edge of the city. i
put together broken mantlepieces.
take seconds the heavy twister:
metropolitan Phoenix fared
better it has been a short
and funny life often
quick calls the dial list
names recognized in brief
sight but that’s all
heavy set rainfall
three guys [outdoors]
brawling it out–
until the debris [air]
clears, it is
unsafe to
drive,
keep
eyes on
the road
help
is on
the
way!
the cusp of the city, September brings
high bones. dust devil, the mass
prayer. here in the car, we’ve
taken the wrong turn, tickled
bristle by swift touchdown on
the north shore. the antennae
bent over the edge of the city. i
put together broken mantlepieces.
take seconds the heavy twister:
metropolitan Phoenix fared
better it has been a short
and funny life often
quick calls the dial list
names recognized in brief
sight but that’s all
heavy set rainfall
three guys [outdoors]
brawling it out–
until the debris [air]
clears, it is
unsafe to
drive,
keep
eyes on
the road
help
is on
the
way!
Maxwell Rabb lives in Chicago, but leaves his heart in New Orleans and Atlanta. He is a poet, pursuing his M.F.A. at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in GASHER, Dream Pop Journal, Deluge, After the Pause, and The Operating System. He loves to move in every sense of the word.