traveling
via black arts,
relying on
scraps
of spells
on small pages
in small notebooks
for my tickets
and transfers.
here we see
a spell to change
venue, here is one
to open tariffs,
here’s one
to spread plastic.
on the rails
toward
semblance of
goal and
peace,
carried on
evil’s dark back,
doing wicked things
for good reason.
traveling, living in fact
by black arts.
i’m as good as any
other american,
as bad, as
speedbound.
Dark Matter 
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