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

Also by W. Joe Hoppe For Us Toiling Away -->

W.JOE HOPPE is a full time dad (to Max, b. 5/29/95)and part time community college teacher in Austin, Texas. With the help of his wife, P.S. Monear, he has published numerous chapbooks under the Lucky Tiger Press imprimatur. His web page is here.

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