Gas Wave

by

Published April 1st, 1998

stops for gas and

snickers

stands there pumping

chewing

chick

in a blue bikini

the size of

spit and

caramel gold

legs for

miles glides by on a

neon beach cruiser

gives him the

eye

waves all excited

he waves

back flattered

pumped

’til he

pivots (so

smooth) to throw his

wrapper away

sees the

lifeguard standing

behind

him waving too hears

the girl

laughing walks back inside for

another snickers

maybe

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About the Author
Rusty Fischer is an elementary school computer teacher who writes adult poetry in his spare time to keep from losing all of his hair.