The Natural Born Illusionist

Selling records

in front of my brown house.

Looking together like

an Americana revolution,

with her shirt tied up,

with my bandana on.

My exquisite friend flirted

with an off-duty cop

who pretended not

to smell the dimebag

in the pocket of her shorts.

I felt trapped

in my treehouse where

we were keeping the Blue Moon shaded.

The cop bought a

DISCO ALBUM

and left his e-mail.

We think he thought

she was impressed.

That night she laughed constantly, even in her sleep.

I think this might have been because of nervousness.

She said she was glad we didn’t sell them at her house.

.Ysidro Xylander 2015.