Saturday, May 30, 2020


But me and her, me and her remember those days.
I gave her five stars in sound and playability.
She returned the compliment: five in entertainment and replay value.
As the most volcanically active body in the solar system
She valorized my brush strokes and solid rocket boosters
And imbricated the bricolage 
With cries of Fill ‘er up! and Play ball!

We hauled Mexican loads of hourglass sand across a floating bridge,
Along with tee shirts, musical instruments, luggage, shoes,
Weapons, writing implements, purses, jewelry,
And “exquisitely meme-able” methamphetamine.
Then there was the romance of felony evading,
Enhanced by the possession of an unregistered firearm or three.
Her daughter’s boyfriend did magic tricks with titles and deeds.

Now I lure black widows out of the patio furniture
Using masks and brass knuckles as PPE.
Lilith practices her tuba
While watching live televised gender reveal parties.
Umbrellas pop open in the closet.
A window falls from the wall.
Every door needs a frame if it’s going to swing both ways.

© 2020 Randy Stark

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