Love Shack, Anadarko

In the little tornado alley of their love

he’d become a tarpaper shack

that was pretty much

gettin its ass whipped

all over Oklahoma

her lips’d just ripped him right off the ground

that was one thing

besides which there was a bunch of brindle cows

being tossed around in there

mooing their little heads off

(he suspicioned that those cows might have somethin to do

with the cyclonic powers of her breasts

but hadn’t quite worked out how)

her smile itself  had flung in

a few roosts of free-range chickens and a wringer washer

unstrung half a mile of barbed wire

and churned a buncha shady cottonwoods

into

a spun green blizzard

that was somethin else

they was also assorted metal farm implements

mutant-lookin bladed ones

clangin and awhirlin and crowhoppin in that awful cloud

like 40 drunken sodbusters

from her sweet sashay alone

and somethin else he noticed right off

that high up

her blindin 200 mph prairie dust

sure smelled fine

that and the fact that way way way down on the ground

everbody else looked really really really tiny

but when her pickemup truck started doing 360s and barrel rolls

round and round the inside of that little Midwest love funnel

somebody (maybe it was even him)

was right quick standin

i mean standin

on the horn

didn’t take two shakes before that love shack was popping off nails

like seed corn through a hopper

thank god he’d given up dippin

cause that was no kinda place

to be worried bout a spit cup

why he hadn’t beat a path to the storm cellar

when he’d first looked out the back door

and seen her dark eyes headed his way

was a unsolved mystery to him

when the sound of her voice alone had rattled his plumbin

he shoulda run like hell

when her soft little hand had snuck into his own

like a skinny Comanche snakin after a fat pony

he shoulda dynamited the homestead his ownself

cause the Judgment Day wasn’t far behind

now his very own cowboy boots were boomerangin

in and out his busted windows

and whompin little love knots

all about

his head

plain and simple truth mister

he was caught in her twister

in a bad bad way

in the end wasn’t much left of him

but a few poor splinters

twirling mile high

over

Anadarko