the prom queen finds the smell of burning metal
even more of a turnon than the beer on your breath

and there's johnny shooting thirty-aught-six
at the empties floating on the river

past the sign that reads REMAIN BELOW WATER

the prom queen pushes her hands into your pants
the turnon of impact sculpted beer cans too much

the high wail of motor driven sirens dont mean shit to johnny
johnny works the action like a natural boy

throw the empties into the fire that will burn them down
to a papersheet fungus white ash

remain below water until flashover of
prom queen's whiteness recedes into the siren

until her whiteness becomes limestone underwater
and johnny blows daylight through you

like an aluminum empty

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