reflections

above
the humdrum city
rumbling and tumbling
in a bubble of vinyl.

espying prerogative-spiders
climbing pussy-willow-prerogative-walls
with a doffing of caps to 1959

(a good year. a piggie year)

and.

I think of you
post hairdo.

Gosh!

you are a beautiful freak!

and

as the city lights twinkle
I dream my American dream,
in my tv world

and
hug my ochre cushion

as
a girl with short fingernails
strums an ovation guitar.

a sip of light beer
a simple chord progression
G to C to A Minor

as
an ambulance whizzes by
(I hope their patient doesn’t die)

and
the overtures from the stereo
pin me to my funky Ikea chair

(a girl with short fingernails
and an ovation guitar)

I think I’m in love with her.