Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Like a One-Eyed Rockabilly Locksmith



Like a One-Eyed Rockabilly Locksmith

Solid grumbling-drive
'n' take off
your glasses,
baby,
'n' loosen
your hair.
Around
the town square
we'll make
a bid
for love.

You're
sweeter
'n' a dozen
nailed-to-a-wall
sparklin' hubcaps.

I'm desperation
drunk
for your
skin, baby,
like blazin'-gentle
Crickets' songs.

A fence-breakin'
mean ol' bull...
not some
city
roll-of-toilet
paper-throwin'
meth-wobble boy.

What-say,
baby,
we find
our fringes,
like cafe-waltz
in blues-glide.

No...
I ain't
just packed
together
with athletic tape...
not completely.

Later
we can
scrub-off
in a warm
trough
of horse water,
let miseries
splash out.

Around
the town square,
the brickwork
a blur,
we are
coincidence-
fable...
naked,
grinding love:
the entire
cosmic slide
for heaven. 

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