White-hot love letters

burning into sand.

These saddle shoes

are smeared with blood.

Tear off the buckle on

the back of your pants.

It doesn’t belong there.

Later they can all

remove their socks.

Socks in human history

are covered with skin.

White bucks are

white white white.

Put yourself in the back

seat of the big fins.

Dream a little dream.

They are building

giant four-lanes

you can roar down

when you learn to drive.

Keep your shirt on

till it’s over.

Hide under the chair.

We are nuclear.