The Ride

We first met on a golden nightAs the moon radiated love lightOn the dock of the bay.Somewhere between the real deal and an illusionWe lay unapologeticallyStroking each others lack of responsibility.'I want to be a poet,'She said looking over the mountain,'I want to be a hippy,'She said checking out me natty dread,'I want to be political,'She whispered as she admired my scars,'I may not look it, but I'm really oppressed,'She said smiling,Handing me her welfare book.The sea lassoed the shoreTime and night hovered towards daylightAnd bellyfilled foxes sniffed their way home.She put the blanket over her headFarted, and fell asleep.The next time I saw herShe was trying to find The Goddess of Plenty,Desperately seeking the freewayAnd after me money.'It's different for women,' she said'We can use men for their bodiesMen do it to us all the time.'The next time I saw herShe ran over me with her wheelchair.