Sniffing Gas at Six


Red tank, rusty tank.

Tar paper flapped.

July was all sloppy.


I sucked the hole.

Chickens smeared.

The wheelbarrow


whorled. Santa,

jocund and greasy,

jingled. Rainbows


oozed. Long voices

scorched the field.

They found me.


I was out.

Doc came:

Don’t let him sleep.


Because he loved me,

Dad had to slap me

all night long.

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