And wondered where the rats,
the ones with antenna in their ears,
I wondered where the rats were.
Then walk on down to Pepe’s Opera,
mesmerized by the burning idols,
and I jumped through the fire –
Jumped through the wall of fire.
And then stood on the counter
staring at the orphaned mountain,
burning light night sky,
flames dancing through trees.
Motions past and touches present
Hand firmly on your hip
feeling the dreams
of gas cans and siphon hoses.
Tasting bitterness and heat,
remembering your hair,
touching my cheek,
and I touched your hair.
Thinking again of slices
shifting in where rats take calls
and only finding rattled bones
once overgrown by kudzu.