& put it back together
in some half-ass way
it still works
clanking, grinding gears
relayed
along the rusty curve of sunset
like a convoy of razor-pink flamingos
& stolen hubcaps
anticipating
yet another chorus of
Cowgirl in the Sand
(The
band couldn’t make it
where’s my harmonica?)
Scrap-iron
nasturtiums blossoming
above the seawall
shipped
from Okinawa to Santa Cruz
&
back again
like a cigarette that died in the
refrigerator
or
your reflection in the shiny chrome sky
I can’t decide which
Please
give me all your love
&
20 dollars
I’m running on fumes & 4 bald
tires
Whisper
sweet nada
& I’ll show you how long I can
hold my breath
If
I recite The Day Lady Died from memory
will it buy us a taco to share out
on the pier?
I’ve
got a bird that whistles
I’ve
got a bird that sings
