MacGyvers up a companion from old soup cans,
paint brushes, stereo wire and car parts,
A sort of Bride of Frankenstein to ease Armageddon
with chicken pot pies and a surprisingly
avid libido.
One day she comes across the common alley
for a woman-to-woman, making certain things clear about
Neighbor Jim, my skank ass, and Fist City.
Watching her walk away, dragging her dinosaur tail on the lawn,
I envy her those spinal plates, round-so-round
vulcanized boobs, and blowy porn-model Medusa hair.
I'm saying she's dishy, in a home appliance kind of way.
There is a tender grace to the way she lights the candles with her tongue
as she and Neighbor Jim while away the evenings
Watching This Old House on the generator-powered tv,
waiting on the six trumpets of Revelation as if they were the Tijuana Brass
doing a hotel gig on the last day of a bang-up Cancun vaykay.
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for Word Garden Word List #12 (Richard Brautigan)
