BLUE CORN PANCAKES BY WILLIAM HUHN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 87
down in the city they got it
worse everybody had a time
sliding a foot by tonight
turn into skids how mouth
breathers they ever came to
sit behind a wheel and the wind’s just like a knife
what does deserve these
people with no tire tread
roofs piled like wedding
cake should be locked
up to me…