Found a spare tire in the deep freezer,
and a poltergeist
that ***** on my pinky finger
while I'm watching the news.
There's a countdown to the end of days
in static pauses. I might
have known a man who thought
that statues have feelings too.

[bike basket holding a dog it sort of
looks like the wizard of oz
but the rider is wearing angel wings
and fringed chaps and is singing
loudly in a raspy voice about the
back drop bleeding blue
onto a flying saucer skimming the
tall grass where we hide with
radios, chewing on glowsticks]