In car with Fiscus

In car with Fiscus (me dog (looking at girls; wagging and gunnin it down the road)

Yessa yesssa me an fiscus down and out in my ratty Chevette
Munchin on stuff and whiskey and n bones
Weeessa lookin for moments and maybe a bitttta trickle down
Fiscus and his tongue score big (I wish I did, damn dog)
Oh but the girleis love it when the fis-man barks and I pay the bar tab
(hotels stinking with sex and dirty fingernails)
And then theres the road that we can’t do without -
That takes us places and frame s people in our minds
And I think meessa opurrra ugggga moooccchhhaaaa
(lemme say that aghain)
and I think meessaa outta my head
drunk on wind and road and change and the whole tragedy
and again we drive until nooo gas and nooo light eyelids
fiscus goes to sleep on the seat beside me
I pull over in heaps of night
And me an the dogg snore loudly
Two sloppy jawwwed barkers
Alive and blue in the acid of the road

© 2007 Delwood Finch