The neighbor hoods. The gargle guys. The gargle boys and the neighbor
hoods are having a rumble today. The neighbor hoods are stealing valve-
stem covers, hood ornaments & trunk medallions. The neighbor hoods are
climbing over your back fence and hiding in your juniper bushes. The
neighbor hoods are throwing TP in your tree and boosting your lawn mower
to make a go-kart out of it.

The gargle gals visible through frosted back bathroom windows in the warm
cricket twilight backyards. Frosted monkey glass stained with soda. The
dry scent of thorns & sap underbrush, years of accumulated juniper dust.

Full moon nights in the HUD neighborhoods. The UFOs circle soundlessly
above the powerlines. The sky scored with powerlines, like musical staves
with notes of stars. Blue white backyard filled with full moons. Cats
crackle in the back bushes, looking for mice.

A ghost in the old man's shack — I heard it. Tina's chlorine, the engine
turns on. One day the old man's shack will burn down, it's a warm windy
October night. What's Houdini got to do with it? Tina's dad naked with a
rifle will threaten your stepbrother. He's crackles in the bushes
underneath her window.

A globe of wind & wind-rattling windows & doors, a night neighborhood
universe, a nightie dimension, when 3 a.m. was unknown. Real, cold,
sweet-smelling & blue-shifting in a blue & black box. Hands behind my
head I watch the long leaves whip across the moon, bougainvillea flowers
blow through the dry flowing sky.