∼ I ∼
Ambulance Juice oozes from his eye through the crack in his skull
and fills my cup—
“Say, Mack, what time it be?”
Sun dial technology sheds a shade shoe to face.
Wipe your tear, pull up that chair. Now the ambulance is here. Mack travelled the sea with sailor’s glee.
∼ II ∼
On red streets I walked, touching the yellow lines.
Deadly streets of pavement; knock.
Fast streets; past streets, “which they carried me across.”