Sunday, December 16, 2007

Baffled




Last month, it was football players
Robbed the malt shop and set fire
To the Splish Splash carwash “between 3 and 5:30 am.”
A roommate brought a sackfull of quarters
To the bank and sang, they say, like a canary
In a courthouse.

There’s a mantle of sweet apples on the ground,
Under the tree and under the snow,
Rotting here and there between freeze and thaw.
This brings in a few hungry deer most nights,
Thumping, munching, scraping up what they can.
This, I think, I can understand.

But this arson, I know, has been an occasion
for improved business across my street.
The House of Suds brings in all characters.
Like the guy there right now, just began
Spraying down a red Mustang with foam at 5:30am
In the frozen darkness.

3 comments:

ZLB said...

woah! the mirror thing was the jackpot!!! and those vacuums look real pretty under the snow. hoping to spend some time with you folks over the break!

T.R. said...

Few things can match the bleakness of Americana sometimes.

The Mediocre Gatsby said...

So awesome!