Buffalo Bill's New York Yankees

Buffalo Bill’s New York Yankees stole my bloody baby.
Bottle pop goes the weasel's head 
that took her.

And I'll find him 
if it's the last thing I do.

You remember that time we found those wolves roving near the wreckage of Chernobyl?

Yeah, me neither.

And you lucked out of town.

House at the end of the cul-de-sac, 
where I left my youth.

Freeway overpass, insinuate, T.M.J., Plan b

plus all you can think

..lotion in the basket.

Cirque de Soleil - five-star 

frogsplash sounds from above.
Sidechick heckled for her toothless grin.

Dorothy’s ruby red lipstick, 
turned black.
Face it. We’re never leaving this ditch-

souped up 93 Caddy,
Wendy: eyes of green,

hair of gold.
This place, dry and scrubbed 
from the memory of our captors, 
has itself, not been forgotten by Him.

Though I am dismantled and a prisoner 
of a mind of someone a fraction my age, I am granted all the benefits of 
the grandest star in our Solar System.
Night

after

night

I still see

packs of Akhal-Tekes racing

past Crycheck’s monument,

beneath cover of stars

deemed too bright by any who

call this place home.