I tank up.
Gasoline fumes bubble over and tickle my nose. I am tickle-me-elmo.
I am in heaven with Bino, my uncle.
I pull the cord…………yank! yank!…….grrrrrrr…………yank!
Nothing growls out.
yank! yank! extra hard!
The monster roars into cranking and
I am cranked up,
so I wheel my load onto the calm, long, dark, real nice spreadth of grass
in my yard.
As I run back and forth over it,
chewing on a moccasin I bought at a garage sale,
like an old donkey in the old mill that my old father used to work at in the old days,
The grass shoots off, I lose my socks in the snow blower.
The grass flies, tumbles away to the moon growing above.
I am calm. The sun sets and the dew settles.
I blow the carbs out of my car.
I park it at a Jiffy Park and acquire a free shirt.
BY DAWN.
