Smack in the middle of the cul-de-sac winding up black through yellow brown hills what do you wait for ears perked up hazel eyes shapely ankle quivering hind alone in the setting sun run this anaconda of cars will eat you up it slithers by on six eighty
but with nightfall it will sin smell the gasoline it will sense your throbbing heart under spotted skin and turn your way
before you can turn away like virtue does and look at me with appealing eyes irresistible eyes even as I melt in slanting rays and in liquid form conjure ways of mingling with a waterfall to thrash and crash into the anonymity of river ways that flow under scattered cloud into the bay
