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What Are You Doing This Saturday Night?
I'll bring you a bouquet of bananaslugs
wash salt off your snuffbox with sweet gasoline
obscure your porchlight with a pawnshop oyster
and darken your doorstep with romantic intentions
I'll slather your sidewalk with Burma Shave
coat your lawn in a deep pocketed london fog
prevaricate your daddy with a jar of cigars
and a mystery utensil meant just for your mom
We'll bounce off on two wheeled shoeleather soul
bursting forth on the evening like soda pop angels
in a broken drum roll just as far as it'll go
to find ourselves golden in the warm donut dawn
W. Joe Hoppe
Posted over on Gumball Poetry
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