a neon green frog
grows on my keyboard

imagine if he asks me
do I need a lift to the fair?
shall I go exposed
or displayed?
or put a feather in it
and call it food?

but the neon green frog
doesn’t ask me if I need the lift
doesn’t slow just goes on by
the sound of the motor
fading into the dark beyond poetry
into the Lee Harvey Oswald Territories
where the bananas survived
but the monkeys did not

dog barks

dog barks
woman speaks
dog lays down
goes quiet for quick dreams
of deer running hot & just ahead

i ask about the burial procedures of the locals
but it’s all over the fucking map what they do
with the dead out here

Image credit:Anja

Sunken ships--the rats calling the place home didn't make it out either--the oldest daughter didn't like me to begin with and Momma didn't know what to do with my love in the corral--I decided not to wait around for the movie and headed for Arizona where I met Jaci--she liked me pretty much and was into history--I told her I would meet her in the Indian ruins that night for love in the dust--

she said, "oooooooooo that makes me so wet!"

How did I do, Jay? Is this what you were looking for?