Sign language to passers by
That stuff in life
Is looking up
And that they need not worry
About me and my cart
Full of bologna.
In the parking lot
I step in gum but
Shrug it off and
Keep dancing
Behind Buicks
And pick-ups
Picking up Dimes with my gumshoe.
Speaking of dimes,
I meet a dame
By the name
Of Lindsey,
I tell her I am a detective
And she takes me
Home with her.
We have sex
In the kitchen
While putting away
Her groceries –
Rice Krispies, cheese,
Romaine, White Claws –
Until her husband comes home.
Sneaking out
The back door,
I step on a dead dog
That comes alive
And eats my ankle
But I keep smiling
Because it’s May and I’ll be ok.
I am back in business,
Moving and shaking,
Shucking and jiving,
Living loud on the horse
For all the world
To endure,
Because life is gooey.