-Dashboard Mocha-

Could be

The dashboard Mocha

Should glow in the dark

Like cream-colored Jesus.

Maybe

Jesus should shimmy and shake

Like the Mocha shakes.

Could be

The empty-headed road is paved

With the blood of the Lamb

As well as the blood

Of the Possum;

The Highway’s communion.

Maybe

The hands that grip the wheel

Are damp with sweat.

Could be

The Mocha will vibrate its icy,

Seductive dance to spill its guts.

Maybe

Puzzle wants the Mocha.

Maybe

Jesus wants the Mocha.

Maybe

Josh knows more

Than his face implies;

Face

Like the pavement's face,

Lips

Like the crooked nose of Puzzle.

Maybe

Shawn’s asleep at the wheel,—

String of mocha-spit rocking

Like the Pendulum from his open mouth.

                                   for Synthetic Division

                                   August, 2011