Hoping for Criticism -- Jaguar Soft

Jaguar Soft

engines creak-start to purr
in deserted parking lots
where in 1910 they hung a man
and held socials the following afternoon.

There's a gastro-blowing beat
off some Hollywood deal
and somethin' winked to me
while I'm gettin' robbed
of broken headlights.

that girl came in,
the one who makes me squeeze hard on
my crotch,
not 'cause she's pretty
but 'cause she's a slim jim
of a drunk-on-Bob-Dylan
smilin' at me
like on a distant planet
where she's 25-somethin',
but 25-somethin' in 1972.

I just put me on a
head cleaver--with day-old beer sweat
rounding my brains;
In some stalking waltz
of a suburban nocturnal hunt
for babes an' LSD,
and I still ain't got
no retirement plans.
but it's pretty.

pretty like
stealing lemon-kisses before Mom goes away,
and no Guru has to tell you
you should've loved her more,
but one deer in the headlights
ain't no hanged man,
and Moms, even rich ones, aren't worth
day-old beer cans.