Revolution Dreams With Ernesto


Right direction traffic hit
the road running with a gallop and trip.
Other way traffic paused at the lights,
she’s still there now waiting, poised tires, engine ignites.

Brake off to start a roll
down high street and low street and back alley brawl,
where gentlemen fight for the hearts of gold-
sat at bar crying dry gin tears that
run down a dry gin face
that has seen dry gin men
fight for fool’s gold time and again