Wake up. Please wake up.
Nuzzle the grille. Lick the left sideview mirror.
Then lick the right.
With gloved fingertips
nick the icicles from fenders.
What's wrong? Please talk to me.
Fire. Remember that night beneath a silver dollar moon
when we bombed all the way to Tarentum
humming to 94.5 FM and the disc jockey said
next Saturday would be a great day
to watch the Perseid meteor shower
if we could get to a location
without light pollution?
It snowed on the way back home and
it was dark enough to expect
a night whale to thrust
four lanes of silt headlit flaked blacktop &
send us into a flock of barrels
like a silver trimmed, rust fendered, bowling ball.
Please wake up.
Help is on the way.
I love you.
Nuzzle the grille. Lick the left sideview mirror.
Then lick the right.
With gloved fingertips
nick the icicles from fenders.
What's wrong? Please talk to me.
Fire. Remember that night beneath a silver dollar moon
when we bombed all the way to Tarentum
humming to 94.5 FM and the disc jockey said
next Saturday would be a great day
to watch the Perseid meteor shower
if we could get to a location
without light pollution?
It snowed on the way back home and
it was dark enough to expect
a night whale to thrust
four lanes of silt headlit flaked blacktop &
send us into a flock of barrels
like a silver trimmed, rust fendered, bowling ball.
Please wake up.
Help is on the way.
I love you.
