A neanderthal growl at the Valentine’s Disco
I became immune to all the jealous howls
I was dancing with the town’s beauty crown winner in between fish sticks and french fries.
In an Old Milwaukee second
A whole army of testosterone belching
In hopes to swoon the girl
With liars, lies telling how sexy they are
But, here I am dancing to a deadbeats line dance
A neon rodeo bull with one light that flickers
And the wind began to blow.
In what we’ll call a few minutes.
She said honey let’s get outta here
She sounded just like a smoke chimney crashed into Dolly Parton.
I almost slipped on a thrown up corn dog and beans
Kind of cut my leg on my pocket knife.
My cowboy hat flew off underneath some jackoff’s Pinto.
He drove right over it as I flipped him the bird.
I saved all my grocer money to get me the new 1985 Toyota 4×4 Pickup
I had her in that truck and the first storm siren went off.
She called me baby.
Her bouncy hair was ready to go
We arrived by the river,
At my daddy’s old trailer
Smelled like Walleyes and wood varnish
She saw his vinyls and said “I got to listen”
The first song we heard was “All Shook Up”
More, and more drinking
That girl became immobile
That room began to drown in hairspray fumes
She began fainting and the wind began screaming.
Just the whistle would begin to rip off the roof.
I began crying.
Because I knew I was dying.
This trailer had no give.
As the door flew off into the river.
She got up stumbling.
Said “honey, I think it’s time for some Loretta Lynn”
The trailer began spinning
The electricity began popping
In darkness with glass in my eyes
Yet, I see her shadow dancing
As my body feels nothing, but wind ripping through my lungs
And First City continues to play
A day or so later
I wake up to a squirrel resting on a knot on my head
And I look over to see a beauty queen drifting down a muddy creek.
That tornado breaks all, but the spirits still sing a Loretta Lynn song.