I hear the truck
Sometimes don’t know what to think,
The way it goes round and round
Pop go the weasal
to sell me sweets.
I hear the truck,
The way it loop-de-loops
Around the block
Like one unextinguished thought,
Repeating thought
And still it turns—
Never makes any money—
Always wondered how those cones converted to the price of gas.
Always wondered how the cash
Kept flowing
Smooth as soft-serve,
Always wondered if the driver was insane.
I hear the truck,
The way it repeats all day, AM,
PM
FM
LOUD
Decide right in this moment
Of course he is insane
Decide right in this moment
That the universal liscense plate for ice cream trucks, it is PTSD,
The way it sounds Like childhood
Like threatening
The way it smells like red dye 40
Getaway
And a spoonful of sugar helps the shut-the-fuck-up medicine go down
I hear the truck
And I hear memories
Hear disney world
And fuck you
And i dont even know if disney world has icecream trucks
And fuck you
And wish I knew which flavor of this Life it is the right one,
The one that tastes like prozac
Xanax
Zoloft
2 pills
Pink pill
Red pill
Green pill
Blue
Think why are pills the shade of icecream
Tastes like I’m not good enough
And i’m too much
And for whom is it that we take these pills?
And god forsake me if that makes me sound greedy
That I don’t want a snow cone
Cocaine
No pain
Life
I am
Needy
Have needs
That were not met
Rather to have hopped into that truck with perfect stranger and say
i will go with you
It would feel safer than if I stayed.
I hear the truck
The fucking song
think I am tired of having my head of Life beneath a gun
The triggers
Never stopping
The bad cops
Always winning
The wrong people always loosing
These bruises
Broken
Blessings
I’ve said
‘Hashem’
Upon my knees
And begged like child under Father
For just one scoop
On a hot day.
I hear the truck
And think this is the best business plan I’ve ever seen—
the only thing it sells is frozen.
Think how cold that truck remains all seasons
Think that’s like my heart, it’s ice cream,
Cold,
All seasons,
Gives and gives
can’t have too much
Or you’ll get sick,
Can spread it out on a cold stone,
It Tastes like battered.
This heart, it’s icecream
Rocky road
And chipped
Off
Ripped off
Melting
Frozen
Can forget about the pint-sized all the way there back behind the chopped ribs, legs, and peas for black eyes,
The Butchered breasts.
My freezer’s missing spoons.
I tried to bend them—
Just made crystal tears.
I hear the truck.
I hear the truck.
Don’t know what to think,
Just hear the truck.
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