this game’s going down in history
randomly craved poetry
is best
take the enamel right off your teeth
I saw a great grandmother reading it
in her minivan
she imagined Kerouac in his cold northern grave
and smiled as she stuck a poem in the ignition
and turned the whole thing on
put one hand on the wheel
reached for her coffee with the other
pulled out without signaling
pissing off 3 other drivers
and didn’t give a shit
headed north up the coast road
said “Don’t you worry none, Jackie Baby,
I’m with you”
