THE AUDIENCE IS LISTENING

American movies
are lousy—and long

and too often
drowning—in their own sound!

But the mushy seats there

are still warm-

dark, and sticky-
flecked

floors, padded

walls afford many

wide
pupils—soft flickering

shade from those
harsh

outside—
rumors of winter.

CROSS-KIA CRUSH

My ardent pilot—seems to keep her perfect
nerve and never

has looked rough-
and-
tumble

sexier—jackknifing

hard
and
coolly through all these—

fiery swerves
of Smoky Mountains!

TRAVEL ITINERARY

Two little chintzy
white
styrofoam coolers—squeaking

away noisy far
back in the bumpy
backseat—try to be more

conscientious! We're tacit-
ly pretty
much—counting on you!

IN THE SPACE BETWEEN YOUR LAST TWO BREATHS—

Uncountable
waves of involuntary

warm light came
running—

streaming
through the pine

woods—blushing
completely

unimagined—
swaying patterns

onto those
conspicuous-

ly white and
scrawny

hammock
legs of yours.

AMATEUR ORNITHOLOGY

It's a lark—to watch
the flighty little

chickenshit cars—out here
ducking

and swooping
wide to dodge the old

shifty and hawk-
eyed state trooper—who's

currently
parked all spread-

eagle flat
across another concrete u-turn

slab and probably
just

snoozing
away hard in his fat and bald-

buzzard-
looking Charger!

MUSH!

Sprinting blithe
through Florida's
mossy swamp—your mind

feels glossy-
sharp

and
hot
and tough!—but so much

about
your mashing
legs is just—out of place

in so much

funny fermented—you don't
know
what?—sort of

kimchi stuff—

WALTZ DISNEY WORLD

Take a step
in my
shoes, princess—taxes

are pretty
steep
wherever it's

your kingdom!
for a
mere—albeit very

beautiful
looking—
autograph!