A white tee shirt with a pack of Camels
Tucked up ‘way cool in the left-side sleeve
And new blue jeans, the cuffs exactly right
And in my back pocket a happenin’ Ace comb

For keeping that duck tail so hot for the chicks
To swoon about, so High School Confidential
A cheap tin switchblade hidden carefully away
More Sharks than the Sharks, more Jets than the Jets

Even Kookier than Kookie, oh, my! -
While swaggering home from junior high

Life keeps smoking the Same Brand. So Tarpits are Superstars Now.
How you fit where your anguish is entertainment-
is exactly how a shoe tells a shoe-
how to step.
The rook is in the belfry… dustlorn and ponderous. a kookie apocalypse
charging up a moonbeam, on a runaway train. Palming a locust
and its’ Opera. So Life hums and throttles the marbling
of our quagmire; moving mountains to the cheap seats
so we can have an unobstructed view-  
of an Unknowable Thing.

while breathing through our mouths.