Eye Linda, Ghost Hooker

The old man stares out the dashboard

"Aint you seen that mobile?"

(the sheet)

"Aint your ghost ready?" Stares at the lobos "I hear them wolves a coming (wahoo); it's like that grand piana. It's like the Alabama 'why'."

She comes in on a gentry

"Well if it aint the sharif, it's the VD clinic." Does a number on the knees

"He again who has risen," (slowly rises, brittle, shaken, lowered like the lamb) "shall pent-a-cost at the Osco."

Rose petals fall from the ceiling. It is jaundice. It is white. The wipers are heard but the dash is but a farce.

"Well you comin' in?" he says
"I aint got the storage capacity for this ordeal...reflects poorly on the soul...It's not about the wheels, oh no Lord, we surely know it aint about them wheels. Them wheels are good and fine; I seen em' go around and around, kind of like one uh them beatles at the light. You know, at that parade down on Cherub by the forsythia. It's a locust brood, I think."

It's a whole bunch of cacklin'

"Yeowwwww," them wolves come a howlin' "Sooooeyyy. Yup. I knows a gal when I sees her. I can smell a situation cookin' like a can uh beans. Yessum. That's a lick."

The holwin' is a comin'. The lady enters the situation with the man. Life is a beast in the front seat. Lights dim. Couple of them stare out like it's dark. Like the fog got a cold. The two stares out eatin' jerky...the howls are a comin' the lights caving in.