The wounded drummer boy

hiding behind

the cosmic sky

and his father’s fly

tells his friend

that he needs

to go to Persepolis

to get an injection

or he will die

Two men

his father and uncle

pose against

their vintage car

all curves and buff

in beige suits

shy smiles

dangling cigarettes

sunglasses

against the

autumn sky

That was before

they watched her

their beloved

speak to the priest

about Godzilla’s hold

That was before

their son went to

Commander Green

and asked the tarot cards

when his mother would

get out of his brain

so he could take her

scuba diving

in the South China Sea

before smothering her