“Welcome to road-stop America”
under martial law
shut down the muffin man
yes I said shutdown the muffin man
“I am going to have to knock someone around”
says the one yellow shirted longhaired manager brunette
to the more passive curly grey haired lady register operator
while counting out boxes of cigarettes currently camel

Then down up in Canada
where a waitress once indicated Jewish people eat lox
the owner of an inn by the falls is a woman
who sometimes wears loud print dresses
and has a large coif of unkempt hair
sits in a chair backwards
supervises the scrambling of eggs
through a clear window to the dining room
uses the exercise bike in the fitness cordion
but leaves at a question from a supposed tourist
who she assumes is her bread

TexasTajMaho
Income Taxi
Jesus died for our sims
and I MEAN ALL OF THEM

the pom-pom atop an attena
on drive by car passing and away
which in a flyway becomes Blue-jay
On this day which sees all the forrestry
first frosted before becoming Ice Crystal
all the way
the evergreens and barren decidious canopy
as if an orchestra of aging ladies with tinted coifs
who then scatter from their common place
as twin weeping willows are as if pink flamingos
as the score done by an opera diva con contralto


rolling along highway seventeen
all this roadwork and all these machines
smoothing together and filling out grooves
all of the contraptions all of the crews

TexasTajMaho
Income Taxi
Jesus died for our sims
and I MEAN ALL OF THEM

the pom-pom atop an attena
on drive by car passing and away
which in a flyway becomes Blue-jay
On this day which sees all the forrestry
first frosted before becoming Ice Crystal
all the way
the evergreens and barren decidious canopy
as if an orchestra of aging ladies with tinted coifs
who then scatter from their common place
as twin weeping willows are as if pink flamingos
as the score done by an opera diva con contralto

So finally it has come to this
a yellow X in a roadwork tic-tac-toe
how did you get into that orange jumpsuit
with a strike of instructive fluorescence
which as if to say do not run over me
but with a pair of sunglasses and a woollen cap
the road worker in the orange jumpsuit with the please don't run me over Yellow X standing on line at breakfest time at Tim Horton's orders a Muffin
and its' a fruit explosion


you cannot stand behind the stall in the nearby bathroom forever
your hairdo towering above
as you are filled by the mixed-up spirit
part forthright part horseshit and part defence
you cannot hide behind that door forever
your head visible but not yourbody
and once again your feet

there you are again
there she is again
coming to inspect the vehicle I am driving
(her vehicle that I am driving)
do you wnat to drive with me and see how I drive
or do you want to drive and see how I talk
because I am also the tour guide



there she would be
if her hair were only more firmly conscripted
her coif a sphere for the birds and the bees
like Marie Antoinette or Mde. Pompadour
in les Jardins Des Versailles
wating for the revolution to come and get that lovely head lopped off from her shoulders