from “crazy bone”

crazy bone laughs
like a loon

she’s not crazy
but she’s lean

a song at dusk
is what she loves

she smokes player’s plain
but it’s not millbanks straight cut

the way he lit
a match on his buckle

and how he gazed
before the rest

a fugitive and a vagabond
on earth

shit shit shit
shit shit shit shit

crazy bone stubs her toe
in knee-deep grass

she sits down

yeah oh yeah
that’s one for the books

crazy removes her shoe
to rub the toe

some day my prince
will come

she grins wryly
holding her shoe

one day once sure
but shit

Read more in Rhubarb #32