fargo's

front seat's a litter
of beer cans parking
tickets dirty socks
patched jackets oil
rags feed caps &
women's panties he
scoops a place for me
to sit & whips a
lacy pair of red &
black bikinis past
my head saying goddam
perfume stinks worse
than shit spoils it
for getting that pure
smell of snatch



stumbling out of

lisa's lounge the corner
of 9th & algonquin dora
mae reddick is doing a
bump & grind in her strap
less red dress while billy
joe harbough pretends her
shoulders are maraschino
cherries he's tongued
from his drink when she
knows she has to dance on
that hood but is so shit
faced all she can do
is pull herself onto the
metal skirt riding beyond
the crack of her panty
less ass she has one shoe
on & one shoe off when
she straddle the hood
like it's a bronc & yells
lets ride



dangling

her panties
on the
end of her
finger when
jack hit
the brakes &
we laid
20 feet of
black tracks
before we
stopped her
name was
cora mae &
she had shit
staining
the crotch
of white
bikinis she
sd make it
go fast



when rico

went to club
tangier all
he was after
was a couple
quick shots
to block out
the world
didn't expect
to catch the
wet t-shirt
contest he
was standing
at the bar
w/his whiskey
when the
blonde came
up big drops
of beer were
pouring off
her nipples
he caught
some in his
hand & licked
them up