Another

Photo by RP Thomas

Lust

Big Mike left Tex’s

that night the proud

owner of a ’58 Harvester bus,

but oblivious to the lust

that had swelled up in Lizzie.

She seemed dizzy and loud,

though he did like her drawl,

and the way she squeezed

lemons and swirled her straws,

and pawed his money with long

Fingers painted red at their tips,

and moved her hips when she

dipped at a table to deliver fish &

chips before moving on, laughing.

Driving to the wrecking yard

That night, Big Mike was lost.

O he was very aware of the cost

of doing business with Tex, he

knew that much at least, for his

beloved Chevy was gone; in its

Place was an old bus that had

ceased to run and a woman named

Lizzie who liked to cuss and have fun,

and wear red in a crossroads town;

It would all soon wear Big Mike down.

TS