the
prom queen finds the smell of burning metal
even more of a turnon than the beer on your breath
and there's johnny shooting
thirty-aught-six
at the empties floating on the river
past the sign that reads REMAIN BELOW WATER
UNTIL FLASHOVER RECEDES FROM SURFACE
the prom queen pushes her hands into your pants
the turnon of impact sculpted
beer cans too much
the high wail of motor driven sirens dont mean shit to johnny
johnny works the action like a natural boy
throw the empties into the fire that will burn them down
to a papersheet fungus white ash
remain below water until flashover of
prom queen's whiteness recedes into the siren
until her whiteness becomes limestone underwater
and johnny blows daylight through you
like an
aluminum empty