what if

the green of the car wash,
the lurch of the drunken man.
these kinds of things are meaningless
unless you love the car wash,
unless you love the drunken man.
i once rode through a car wash
whose soft green liquid glow was so
exotic that i still remember it.
i once loved a drunken man
who never drank.
he was just drunk on life
all the fuckin' time.
i'd have fucked him in an
instant, though it never came
to that. though we did
take lots of long hot
showers together,
in the college dorm,
a magical environment where
darn near anything could have
like in the car wash,
the green glow of happiness
could have
stained the
of the strongest man,
made little boys
with giddy bubbly