Ice Cream Truck
The ice cream truck
is really a broken record
of smoky summer grandmotherly larynx
or a mobile Gravitron carnival spinner—
later rebranded as the Starship 400 at the St. Mary's fair—
cycling in a cheek-sucking
momentum
of sound.
The ice cream man
saunters through the
roughest neighborhoods
without reluctance
for foppery
or backlash.
The ice cream
is a drive-by shooting
of desperate stickiness—
never not breaking down
imperceptibly.