es fällt mir da spontan boykie ein:
Night begins near Rubber Road.
In the stealth the pond bellows from the shock
of a precocious winter's thrust;
thickening waves lap the residue of the damp
autumn with stale, yet faithful, caresses.
Fur bearers slither across mudbanks
with craggy would-be Astors in lackluster pursuit.
Spawned in clay above the granite prong
Cold-gripped, harsh, edgy beyond its borders,
the cauldron is alive with a killer's urge.
Relentless wellheads target their prey
through the tailor's chalk.
Overhead high tension wires, with skeletons
steadfast and bare, wait for the chance
that will come soon enough.
In the November remoteness lonely girls search
for heat along the quivering lip.
Behind the brickyard ovens, where
one and two-eyed cats serve as bait,
slick-cropped city boys
purr their engines.
It doesn't take much time to travel
from flirtation to fear, then silence;
and with the strain of
the five o'clock whistle on a cock-crow's call
the worldly call it a day and
the inchoate grow listless beneath the tangled oaks.
At the morning's disposition, grappling
country boys, wet-suited and loving it,
hook the latest big blues.
Night ends near Rubber Road.
aber: rubber-road(humps) sind sone art speed-hügel bzw. "straßenbauliche geschwndigkeitsbegrenzungsmaßname in form einer inversen schwelle" oder wie auch immer.
die dinger die einem das rasen in 30er zonen mit zerstörung der stoßdämpfer versauen.