For Emmett
d**h is a beautiful car parked only
to be stolen on a street lined with trees
whose branches are like the intestines
of an emerald.
You hotwire d**h, get in, and drive away
like a flag made from a thousand burning
funeral parlors.
You have stolen d**h because you're bored.
There's nothing good playing at the movies
in San Francisco.
You joyride around for a while listening
to the radio, and then abandon d**h, walk
away, and leave d**h for the police
to find.