Dueling Hooters (a poem)

Hot-boxing Hot Wheels on a Friday night

Summer sunset swallows the horizon as electric tears vow revenge

Asphalt sizzles with each bullet, bleeding heat before the speeding beasts

Windows hide first kisses and final goodbyes

How silly you were

Red & blue signal when

Flee or face the phallus

To peasant’s field or potter’s stone

Fire summoning desperation

White man’s serpent envenomates the host by the bottle

Service declined to criminal insemination

The clerk tires of your shenanigans

Pick one and keep it

Rev.


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