My mother is taking selfies
with me in the picture with red corduroys
stripped down to a sliver to tie up my dreads
with a smile like a badger in good company.
All I hear is the waves come nearer
and the towers of the Gold Coast
leering on.
I would like to drop to knee
and shovel the Michigan water
into my face
I eat camera flashes easily.
Mean nothing, mean sleazy,
I'd fuck her right easy. Pop on the couch
picking his nose.
I don't care all that much. A bucket of blush.
Douse her in a shower of gasoline.
With a match and a kiss,
hopefully the rest of the house takes
and brings everything to ash kush.
Everyone waits for a shooting star.
Everyone waits for a windfall.
Not everyone waits
for
a way around
a sentence.
