Werewolf Americano

an American werewolf,
business casual,
cigarette,
five on Friday,
zips by on a clover-green Vespa
with a well-groomed bitch.

Larry’s poem

Larry McMurtry, sideward
on a misspelled draft-horsse,
constructing rudimentary
villanelles for Pearl Hart
who promises romance
at the Holiday Inn,
makes out a green-eyed
rabbit with impeccable hair
spinning its wheels between
the thing itself
and the thing itself.