Jimmy's insides turn to custard

grackles blast then recombobulate
with a fresh full moon backdrop.
it was the moonwalk
on tv and Waves
of Jimmy’s remedial charm/plump fingers of Southern Comfort.
Jimmy cracking corny jokes and traces of her
ancient Greek grandfather's high pitch whine

still stuck in her throat.

Francine claps
what the hell.
slips
her hand down the ample 
elastic band 
of her polyester drawers,

 smiles.
Before she whips it out,
the grackles reconvene
for yet another
daring
power line cantata