Chainsaw Fins

Stateside
Clapboard Junction
Small town avenue
Behind peasoup willow
Way off from Mama's view
In the reeds on lake trim
We snagged lips on plain tip cigarettes
Drawing hard the heat
Got drunk on Pop's home brew.

No moon over cane struts
When I slow baked the bean
And you did an eel run
Oceanward       Unspecified.

The sun a thirsty fry on
A crow spit turn flaps beneath
Sky is cirrus optimum
And I'm true to elver.

Trailing leftwards
I see       Feel you
Chainsaw Fins.

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