Poetry: Selections from Brian Fugett

Midnight Somnambulist

 

one of those nights 

the heat & humidity 

strips you of everything  

clothes first 

& then the memory

begins to trickle away 

while visions of trucker mud flaps 

the ones with the naked girl silhouette  

mesmerized me with

its interstate undulations 

waving back and forth

titties flapping

provocative

greetings 

& goodbyes