Uncle Frank

It was a long drive. Pulled over a place

As fitting as any when it’s all green all rest

Room to repose us jalopies and burn the nose, no cut

That air.

The radio high-pitched with “high and lonesome sound”

Claw hammered banjo, irritating the speaker fabric

Maybe a bird or squirrel, leaves too, not sure.

I headached

Caffeine and smoked, clocksmeared from the uncharitable lanes

I left her running, the road long enough, the car clear

From it, and idle she was faithful from the lake of all

Places I would have to piss, but must of needed the comfort

Of that most similar though much more magnificent

Toilet.

My urine, like a fountain arrow directed me to the nodding round

Gem, gleaming poached near the bank, wobbly and firm.

I laughed out “hey uncle Frank.” Being that a miracle,

Like a bee sting, would have to find me. Like a skull.

Like it was.

My instinct beyond me, my zipper a loose I thought

“That’s not uncle Frank.” And one step in I got eyes’

Sockets clean as pizzazz, drunkerly forgiving charm

Like my aunt would say, he was a no good drifter.

The brainpan

Floated

The current I could not tug waded my uncle’s imposter

Agreeing, concurring, bowing bodiless away.