tanka #2

summers spent thorn-scratched

in grass cities, gooseberries

ripe as just-blown glass

red ants boring through the skin

of everything sun-grown, hot

got a tanka

i got ten million

dollars in a piggy bank

ready for slaughter

and a bruise big as texas

on my little green eye, yeah

i got a fella

tied and kickin in the trunk

of my car and he

got teeth turning somersaults

up in his head and i got

a pocket fulla

beef jerky got a tanka

gas got a mind to

go to mexico a mind

to go to mexico a

mind to go to mexico a mind