Lake
Springfield During a Bad Boy Phase Of
all the bad boys I loved, only
you had access to a convertible. Yellow,
with the top down. Coming
back to town, let' er rip. My
thigh stung where you squeezed. Burning
scooted me so close you
damnear hit the wrong pedal. Early
lie: "Swim?
You kiddin'?" Guess
who didn't make it to the buoy. But
you butterflying out to haul me to shore copping
a feel under the water made
me cancel the lesson at the Y. The
lake was busy copping more. But
now we're in The Car. Correction,
on. Finally
drew the short match so
I've crawled to the back to fly and
howl at car-made wind It's
time for a chicken race. Nothing
feels as good as being blind because
hair is whipping across your face. Showing
forbidden skin, and feeling sand
working its way up inside. Laughing,
you spin the dial so
the music can roar. Don't
slow! Then
our song will keep bringing out the gold in
a sun that wants to pale with
rage and
record humidity. No
trash will work its way between. Our
skin won't peel. Boys
will be bad just for us. &&~~&&~~&&~~
&&~~ &&~~ &&~~ &&~~~>> No
Lemonade from This Just
when I think we're in gear, you
shift. When we talk, when
we eat, when we fuck. Hitting
Reverse don’ count! For
variety, you might just try upping
it a notch~?. Ever
think about a stick shift~? Call
this driving if you want. "Stall,
cough, stall." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>>>>>>+>>>>>>>> Parachuting
from Funeral Hill
Forget
all that and remember Being
brother and sis. Look
at us, Jane. Look at us,
Dick. We
are hopping across the street so
we won't get blisters. Shoes,
what are they~? This
side is for yelling You
never count right! Uh-HUH! The
sidewalk is marked off in squares. Fifteen
squares will take us to the bottom of
the hill where we like to creep up to
the house where dead people go. You
always want to know if
squares with broken corners count. You
broke them! Put rocks in
your wagon ~ duh. Grown-ups
say sidewalks fry eggs, ha. Start
over: 1,2,3,4,6, [bicker] 5,
6, 7,9,10
[bicker] 8,9,10 11,
l2,l3,14,FIFTEEN!! Ants
don't count because they are busy being
copycats. You STEPPED on one! Liiiiiiiiiiar.
Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiar. Nuh-UH!
Mother's
back will break, so there. The
girl was big, so she stretched first to
see the house with the sign and shutters. L-o-o-o-ng
black car dead
people rode to the cemetery in. Then
both of us wiggled our toes in
grass getting greener near
the house to
get tickled lying down. Dandelion
parachutes are best. ##################################!
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