A fossil rocks on the beach
alcoholic breath
with dynamic speech
the question was your dad
I must have meant T rex
the devil of that era
her mom lit up her eyes
died too early hurly burly
Rex got rash
drank whisky and smoked hash
he turned mean
she turned blue
like Monday's trash
ran away after eighteen
a cycad on the waterfront
telling true stories
a message ON the bottle
slamming at full throttle.