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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