Taurus Teez

I’m counting cash in the backseat Of the Taurus. To Pop’s Repeated question, “Am I even Needed?” Mabel says, “I know the scene I want! Older cats are cool, Pop, I love you on those terms!” Toby thinks he owns The squeegee because his name Is on it, but he can’t Even hold a melody. Toby green Stupid shirt (and his embroidery Is shit). He strokes Mabel’s Neck, but she don’t want His Latin! Over plates of freezer- Burned cactus, Pop says, “Tomorrow I ink embarrassed koi, or at least The tiny stags!” “What is it,” Mother asks, “that will finally Relieve you of  this obsession?” After dinner I’m smashing Glass bottles, my hands vibrating — Exquisitely-timed palsy — Over beads that drop like hail Into the furnace where I round them For mother to arrange Into waterfall scenes on fabric. But she’s still in the H & M Filling her bags with beads so Venetian they cannot meet the eye. Meanwhile some teens Want to buy a glitter T with VISA. “Shit no plastic here!” I say. “How can I convince these kids To pay with cash?” “Not my problem, Bud!” Pop says from his desk Where he’s busy sketching Teams nutting in the orchard. Toby puts his beanie on, But it’s only August 3rd! Mabel’s tossing Gourds in fields destroyed By another mall, one big Meditation, soft, and already made.