All This

all this is

frocks and petticoats and smoked meat,

aborted closet footage of parties

nice days, lazy

toons, we go to the show, the field,

and keggers are trifling, but

after a fashion they are testing waters, and we fuck there in plymouths,

sport boats, cabins, tents, corrals, and dune buggies, rifling through panties and

backpacks for ecstasy, finding

gumbled skate sneaker wipe outs and fancy

gludge croaked street boys, credit card accessorizers, telemetry

tampered class, untrue straight lines,

and cauliflowered honky burls of

dowd,

dance floor chesters sporting thrift era pajamas and janices wallmounted

to their blue veined trench sweaters and goulie snake pants,

mustering from this

courtship an all hallows commision, a rubber smooch,

despite her pooch,

because you know it’s 4:20 somewhere