Close Encounter of the Second Kind

White Javelin slowly stops before me
Head on
Two females
One new and fresh, one older and refined
Much like a good, aged, trailer-park wine

My ATV Mongoose creeps up slowly
Brake pedal’s to the floor
But it keeps crawlin’ forward anyway
Right over top of the Javelin
So, I straddle the Detroit’s Dead antique
Like a trawling MRI
In a mother's circuit board override

Click, click, click, click, click

Straight over the top

Naked Polaroid’s across the screen
To the marrow of their bones

So, the bridge goes over them
They do not go under it

Rear view mirror
The driver’s hair’s askew
I stop and look
And throw both of them a kiss
Drive thru looking glass
Complete with lipstick

What in Christ’s name
Did the two of them just miss?

Well, I got their DNA
But didn’t quite catch their names

Tisque, tisque, tisque
What on earth did I just miss?

Did you see that girl’s hair?

I think I’ll go rent a ’67 Camaro
But maybe I’ll do it tomorrow

No, a ’69 Firebird
Candy Apple Red
Two-tone paint
Fire Engine Red restraint
I’d call her Christine
But that’d be plagiaristic glycerin

No, I’ll just buy the ‘Bird today
With the milk money I stole
From the lunch money thief
Who makes all the quiet kids secretly weep
Behind the incandescent shrubbery
At the virtual mall playground

I wonder when they’re going to find his body.

(Cameras retract)
(Fade to black)