Sniffing Gas at Six

Red tank, rusty tank.

Tar paper flapped.

July was all sloppy.

I sucked the hole.

Chickens smeared.

The wheelbarrow

whorled. Santa,

jocund and greasy,

jingled. Rainbows

oozed. Long voices

scorched the field.

They found me.

I was out.

Doc came:

Don’t let him sleep.

Because he loved me,

Dad had to slap me

all night long.