Thursday, April 11, 2013

Time Honored Tradition

From the building top
I sawr the childe
waving his hands
"we're okay"
"I'm with stupid"
is the shirt he had on.
delicate and rippled,
the puff-letters

the storm enveloped me
while Sandstorm played
on the Smoothie King speakers
with plastic precision

my dog welped and weened
itself from my gravitas
and bore down the lane
to backwards-hat Johnny

O hippie Johnny
with cargo "lateralized"
and subdued on the thighs
your forte shines bright

in the night in the night

in the glove box of a
furry old Fiero
you'll find the VHS
"of things you'd find by the river"