“Thats all folks”— Larry Goodell

Bugs Bunny

gunning down rabbits in the sandhills
outside of Yuma, sunset, Arizona
sky a bloody rag above us
drinking cheap fortified 20% alcohol
sweet wine called Gypsy Rose we
touched that landscape with smells
of burning rubber and cordite
the sounds of racing engines
the flat whack of 22 pistols, laughter
and left behind us the empty bottles
and the bodies of dead diseased rabbits
no one could eat.

from “All the Bar Room Poetry . . .” Litmus, 1974