Monday, March 12, 2012

Roadside Pineapples

The drum solo on the radio started
just when the blackbirds jumped the wires
and that’s when i passed the stand
in the abandoned used car dealership
and the pineapples caught my eye
lined up on the table
for sale
in the grey winter afternoon
promising their sweet fat yellow meat
but it was too cold to stop
and i changed the station
cause drum solos kinda
make me panic . . .