Queer Pursuits

 

You know that grumbling truck

 

        The one with scowling headlights

               and cow-catcher grill

 

                      You’ll never catch me I say

 

                                  Pinned in its radiator

                                              like a plaid blue dragonfly

 

•———•                                       A flying blue dragon

                                                     Whip-tailed and tongue of fire

 

                                              Eyes drawn to its alveoli

                                  Scales enameled to its chest

 

                      A brooch to die for I say

 

               Brake sending me flying

        Cowl spitting my dust

 

Sending up gems of snapdragons