Woody Woodpecker's for Kids; Drinking's for Adults

Seared in mind
her sweet sardony
for what a brick wall verbal communication can be.

Diverted eyes so seemingly shy
and the rain man comes hard
down outside

floating in ecstasy
not one single solitary touch
no word nor crutch
no law
no bane
tin trinket left to be washed
in rubber tires
and high water

scratch for another rain to wash away
woodpecked burnt in a cartoon fire
banging the pure yellow birch left tears
ha ha ha ha ha.