Drive-by Desire from a Thirsty Stanger Wanting a Turkey Head

I see you out there
creeping in the half moon light
sweat on your forehead from a fresh waterfall
creeping in half denim / half criminal intention
rusted roof
cigarette stains and yellow dome light
your crawling carcass across the tarmac
reading the radio station in your red rubber cheeks
varicose roadmap over the bridge of your
inflated nose

come in, then
let me tame the wild scars of your misguided youth
creeping with creaking knees
on dinosaur bones
volunteering to slither into the pool of my lamp light
the tar pit of your indecision
tease those trousers like spilling curdled milk
tracing with my little finger the little dipper
creeping in the permanent stain of a black marker

I see you out there
begging on bended knee prostrated and filthy
crying to come in without consequences
outline of a slap from angry parents lingers
let us make those fingers into feathers
the thumb can be a turkey's head
dismiss that shame
come in, then
and allow me to damage you further.

TA