Amon

To reconcile friends
who have fallen out
of the suicide doors
of the lowriding rig of
your fucking whole
thing, play Viva Hate
fowards & fill a bottle
of blue soda with Black
Velvet; suspend
the wriggling effigy
of the punk rock high
school love triangle
above the gaping
beak of Amon, you
did the right thing
back then now
let go & let the needle
plough the groove, icebreaker
shall sail right through
cold mirror slicked
with spit--take an origami
dove & shove it
in the flame: a goof,
a gaffe lacking
logic as fishhook caught
between canine teeth.
Demon most solid,
give me serpentine
persistence, let me wriggle
or writhe while my
memory's still a parking lot
peopled with enemies & long
forgotten friends whose
exits left impressions,
tires put to
pavement put to my
backside & my denim
jacket clove & smoking.