(1969)
skid marks
kid sparks
bed race lost
along central avenue,
do what you have to,
mute the love
making up for it
with teeth so tiny
your bite’s a mere bark.
at the river park
trees without roots
& suits spilling beer
with someone’s hot
rod lincoln
down in its water bed
amid the jazz jump
of the old duke boys,
eight on eight
way better
than the other way
where the upside 
is downtown,
be what you be
see what you see
flush when you finish,
start at the end
’cause
around here
there is no street
called helsinki