Spirit

This is the guy I was telling you about.
So I stepped through the door, a little
carnation in my lapel, a dapper Dan
shaking my chain. She liked my chin,
my charnel savvy. I left the room and returned
later in the afternoon.

There are other kinds of being I mentioned
down at the service station. Yassir Nawssir.
Top your fluids too, twunnynineniyniefie.
Tarmac glistened, rills crawled over the road.
Birds turned lazy circles: naahtsokay.
Gehenna's angels.

Wiped a clear wedge in the windshield
and noted all emergency phones.
Radials no good, car too long
in dry dock; a/c kaput, and heading
south: Yuma, then Abaddon.
Tapped harvest.