Irony Pillbox

and babe looks so busy being unctuous
and the next gas station over is neither far nor close to us
ten miles away from trouble you’ll find me soaking four fingers in a paper cup
wednesdays when you climb my bunk bed i confess my innocence and you feign disgust
but up to my neck is a very long way up 

to insist

you keep saying you never will but i must warn when you consort with prototypes of my sort
ill test your prowess
and move from bloody mary to gin while you move from bloody port to port
no need to be so furtive
a reasonable checkmate is yours for the asking
i just use the french defense when you’re on the assertive
it never requires multi multi tasking
nothing in fact but a statement of rhetoric
i promise i’ll move the equator to canada when your feet fully measure me metric

with a fleet of zeppelins ill deliver it here
while jesus delivers another pizza and beer
you know i don’t mind the cheese so much but corn really was the last straw
last time we went slammin ukiahs at fat chin’s
do you remember what you saw?
jehosaphat and absalom  in heated race to self abjection
spitting images of prurient sins
squeezing fire rapid inflection of doubt
tacit, pronounced
mark my words babe they were carving it all up
not an hour’s worth of inanity between the both
working day shifts as bishop and cook
and queen takes night off so they can take a  look
she’s been barely clad since she pawned a wedding ring
a vow and an oath

at the gas station her highness takes us by surprise
in her civic
in her shorts
midas is changing her oil she really has to get back to court
she’s a brew of low breed
between her pumps and our chagrin we open a reticent distance
it’s time to speed