lyricing, 12/16

eskimo pie
midriff lined in fur, saw-teeth cut fashion fringe
dotted lines connecting hips, skull and crossbones over pierced navel
and a shaven X looked like pelvic brows along the hemline.
a prostitute's courage shows in winter
although her flowers cower.
whispering in inuit, she shows me her igloo.
or was it a frozen scab?
john was a spear fisherman.

ernest scared shitless (revised)
i collapsed in cody's arms
as helpless as i'd ever been
wishing i could be the great redneck hope
impenetrable to bullets like my dreams.
he had a place for sympathy
but there was trash as far as the eye could see.
he shed a tear, but not for me.

1954
i'd hoped for motown in the spring.
foggy windows in the chevy
and a taste of mist passion fruit or grenadine,
violent tongues raising hell in the sanctuary.
but my mouth is full of gauze.

thick glasses
how i wondered if you'd fly the city
i watched you horizontally.
a girl so shiny should never trail the eclipse
you've a million years to burn.