The Head She Gave Good Word / by Reckon

Some stand watch near footpaths leading to opium farms. Here where it is lush radio sounds perk everyone up. On each station is a so-called chance occurrence, happenstance deja vu, remember? Backlit light on the dashboard flickering. She's on the edge manipulating the dial with her toes, vexing voyeur machine with dirty soles and crooked teeth. She has the lips and reason
She has wisdom & knows what to do
She has me and
She has you.