Hold Tight

by Jeffrey Kingman

after Kerouac’s “On the Road”

A sneakered foot stepping in the mud outside of the motel

she went out in the mud to find a head between his knees

the two foggy bundles wandered there together

from the steps of the motel court

alone mixing up their boys    a prowl car came by

possessions moved along self-propelled    hunchbacks

a penny pile outside the arcade

their remaining money dissipates    a different kind of fog

the kind that blows out your mouth

his mouth her mouth

a mouth

brushed the sand off the sheets

three or four sevens in his pocket

she sat down to make him look right off his truck

yanked at each other in the clutch

a new idea they talked a little fool

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