Crosstalk

who would eat a squirrel
just sitting in the arcade
silver dollar quarters and sizzling TV screens
attracting old boners
probing computer code

the gasoline smell
drives me crazy
because I want a bouquet of sparks
in my stomach

now, obviously no bad bit of wiring
will condemn my house

but right here
i watch
manicurists talk over each other
(crosstalk)
dance
as myÂ house sets itself afire
just for funzy-wunzy

pictures from NY in the winter