rapid city

by Steven J. Serafiani

Just call me the catcher with the rye,
sledding in the toboggan shop,
my matchstick booklet enterprise,
slow it down,
the confiscator in the corner,
coiffed and confident,
ride the slipstream like a cloud captain,
a bevy of beauties
my sultry stewardesses of serendipity,
all hanging on stripes,
suckers with suds and straws,
your forced laugh tipping ears,
the boredom banquet,
then the pull focus,
got you framed deary,
hung against a wall,
your slender throat is calling,
your pursed licorice lips,
call me rushmore,
call me kaplan,
call me the owner of the neon mortar.