wisconsin -- way out
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		backroads twolaners -- all the way from edens/dundee
		at night painfully exact and just-so slow and proper
		paralyzed by a stick-on cop in a burb on the vast and
		empty diagonal milwaukee avenue.

		i really don't want to be pulled over...
		rolling brook's finest fuck off and here i go.
		
		it's fun to leave chicago at 2 at night take
		the neighborhoods the main streets the america the
		towns not the eisenhower's convenient country-cauterizing
		tank-and-troops rapid delivery system

		as the way out

		at night forlorn whiteglowing rotorooter signs.
		insurance.  pest control.  boating supplies.  tackle.
		new and used shopping malls auto dealer markets spread
		(with lit up flags) dingy darkened auto shops

		an odd sight to the city me: sleeping gas stations.

		by madrugada i am somewhere in the hay fields.
		by morning -- twisting threading by madison.
		sterling greens tawny golds guide me to eau claire
		and the thinly treed obelisks of sandstone cliffs
		and the thickly treed lumps of a green hilly landscape
		by late afternoon -- in glare -- lake superior at superior
		...and the water here is steel-blue glowing and leaping
		first big water first huge watercraft first iron ore ship.
		first wildlife habitat.  first chippewa plaque
		first portage from lake superior to mississippi.
		first.  hey.  used to chat up a girl from the u of w
		here.

		hey.  the minnesota landolakes
		the yellow-blue-brown distant hills

		across the dancing speckle.
		across the speckling water.


			Marek Lugowski
			13 September 1997
			Chicago, Illinois