AC/DC

Ever purpose it lonely in the middle?

or rally to flee Soviet Jewry a bladder
full of kosher milk deciding

impassioned choice hitting capitol sod
Mighty Mac’s cherished hammerhead zipper

a talisman against shame against door

history against cries of solidarity
steamier streak beside relief

liberation from the preceding trickle
yellow skies verboten on Reaganite limbs

I repurpose it to await white hairs

Ever propose it lonely at the bottom?

weather travels cross a Hudson River Line
gone scoping the daily co-op used brick

enumerated flattened sacks of Grand
jumping broken blocs a daughter

Eastern ignorant but one exodus

ten prescriptive flags icing
an assimilated desert winging

dime’s worth aim scuffing hardballs
bouncing out this tonsillected oy-vey-iz-mir

I propose it on wounded caps

Suppose it on the top, lonely? the
crocodile street puckers of blonde

turned Warsaw factory Braun slippers
under sidecurl in favor of

neon punk blue MTV astral fade

to fake black denim unrolled kissing
a pair of all white Chucks tie-dyed

in the last millennium’s mountains

I suppose, suppose, suppose