What if we all
wore black, all the time?
you know, Johnny Cash close enuf’
dressed in
leather chaps to strut our stuff
with fringe naturally
safely buy
groceries at Safeway
What if all the
cars in the world were as loud as Harleys
Like fast and
furious, roar-n-rip, fart can equipped?
V8 Cadillacs making
ears bleed decibel drips
Extra sound
becoming the new diamond earrings
Too much baby
makes her rich
We could all
wear corporate logo-ese
People wearing
black t shirts with big letters
“MAYTAG WASHERS
RULE”
Or “I-PAD to
live, live to I-PAD”
understanding our paychecks pain from afar
me and ten friends “ride” to Duvall
Only on sunny
weekends of course
In our 1996
white Chevy Luminas
All cherried out
Sonny Jim, listen
We choreograph a
lineup
a big tinny line of car coke
Proudly milling
around outside
Our chests like round
red roosters
Dapper dressed
in lithe Lumina regalia
We are LUMINA
riders, god damn your eyes
We have accomplished
something today
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