A Thousand Dream Beings//Ode To My Parked Car And You

Pardon me, fierce

but your larynx

tonal potpourri.

Like Adam, like Eve

your apple is sweet and

resounds me dripping

Substance is baby

is daddy

is soft deliverance

ceaselessly being your good boy

This emergency brake 

the only thing still loyal to its gears, 

abiding to its build

Asthmatic hum

I kick the gas pedal defenselessly.

Your apple teases

the men in me

the women in me

Toy soldiers, naked GI Joe.

Little fingers undressed him

for the trace of a cock

I find it full now

no plastic, all skin

flesh of a thousand dream beings

As your head docks the steering wheel 

same fingers graze your hair

actually your good boy

resounding, dripping