jalopy dreams: a waltz poem

posted for D'verse meeting the bar

let us play

in the fray

in the wake

in overflowing lakes

let us make

for the break

(last one there eats mud and gets no love)

let us go running, slapdashingly, head first crashing

bodysplashing

heartlaughing

bayonets

banging

life

hanging

night things

with

long fangs and a halo of animal radar

(there’s always a party somewhere)

because all work no play makes my mind blind searching for sunlight thru a peephole

because

sidhartha never sat in traffic

only under mango trees

soft malaysian breeze

cleo on the nile

or blue caribbean

that easy green feeling (you know what I mean?)

it’s a-flee, it’s a-flu, it’s how-do-you-do

it’s two cheeseburgers and an order of fries

it’s midnight matinee and the moon in your eyes

(it’s whatever sets your face on fire)

o insane

acrobat

o Chinese

finger trap

mandolin

finger slap

play the last blast of your song racing like a hot limerick in a gimmick spitting competition

bah-bah, bah-bah, bah-bah

bah!

Bah!

and the last one there

has gum in their hair

jalopy dreams