two men in a van
peel out into the night,
accent a kiss goodbye
with unfriendly headlights
suffused with mad screams.
"spoon up his sour cream!"
me-damnée obscene
with no self-esteem.
they'll die someday
by soft machete.
it gets queasy
and very dizzy
at the sight of
blood, love and jerry rigged 'merican guns that explode in hands of children.
me fall for want
talkin' childhood injuries.
joke that I'm turned on
by her medical history.
red faced and bold
transmuting sentient distillery.
a fall from grace
blamed on some divine sexuality.
now I'm in a van
with a strange wing man.
i see you and me.
i hate when I scream,
soul sage-like and obscene.
wing man cues Bruce Springsteen,
the American Dream
and our adrenal glands.