Ghost Pepper

A bowling alley

neon lights beaming down pins

string of fluorescent all the way to the WOOP

you impatiently topple D o w n

Guardrails, for the chickens

I am a chick.

Staring straight up at the big honcho

Deadpan, dead center

It is the lived in

Life

I crave

Really do

My little feet back up tittering

barrels straight into chicken hood

The glossy floor shines as my feathery behind

Spin Out

a puck into neon disco shimmers

BAM

I tumble into them hot

We all fall

SCORE

phantoms of dreams lift

and I stay inside the car wash alley

or bowl

ally

waiting for the midnight sun

***

I chirp

And chirp for the morning worm

***

The one white hair

It’s growing

long