A PARKED CAR EARLY IN THE WAR
In the light of 1966
roads as dark as a junkie’s dream
curved over a virgin’s belly
defying railroad crossings,
lips changed mouths,
maps tattooed on parted thighs,
silent cops with x-ray vision.
I raised my head for a moment,
squinted at the big screen
as The Man With No Name said,
You see in this world there’s
two kinds of people my friend,
those with loaded guns & those
who dig.
A frog with a new tongue
& no memory of predators
flicked at a swelling in the flower.