Uncle Gideon's Bible

We were married on the first of last month,
pushed together by a large twister from the dust bowl,
 
your off white wedding dressed told me
this was not your first ride at the rodeo,
before this,
 
tap dancing around counter-clockwise winds,
 
paramedics with bleached blond stethoscopes
triage us to a honeymoon,
 
of RC Cola, Moon Pie bourbon,
side cars of antique Harley D,
 
to the first motel on the dirty side of Florida,
 
we, both you and I, along with previous lovers
invited along for the ride,
watching us make love, with that vibrating bed,
costing us a Canadian dollar,
 
they read Uncle Gideon's bible,
ordering room service on the house,
 
all of us slept in late the next morning,
another twister came down the pike,
 
hauling all of us to Kansas City.


Copyright, William "Wild Bill" Taylor, March, 2003