Bob Gossom
THE BALLAD OF BUSHMEAT AND ROADKILL
Bushmeat and Roadkill
walk into a bar
Toasting with sour bourbon they savor
the burn and belly fire
which lights up their
dwindling eyes
then slam
their bar glasses
down for another one
Roadkill plays Rampage on the jukebox
she splinters a pool cue
picking her teeth
with the shards
Bushmeat runs his tongue through
the card reader
gumming up the works
Carnage shows up
by way of his truck
through the front window
taking out the juke box
The three of them meet outside
and get lost in the
echoes of the moon
in the gasoline pools
forming on the asphalt
from the truck’s shattered gas tank
Bushmeat gets it into his head to howl
so they each do that for a bit
Carnage is antsy so he
rummages in his truck for his 45s
lights the gasoline on fire
and sets up to pick off
the patrons as they
flame out the doors
Roadkill muses that this scene
is over for her
and she could do
with a tongue down her throat
So she takes Bushmeat
into the jungle
for a fuck fest
There she is
captured
by his eyes
held
by the flicking reflections of the fire
consumed
by the green and gold
filtered through the fading foliage
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