Dual Heads

text DUAL HEADS Shelley Berc Disgusted with the politics of archaeology, she lusted after rusted technology. She gets a job diggin' in a car graveyard. As of now she is endowed with one magni -fi-cent shovel. She pulls up driveshafts dipsticks motormounts and DE-Foggers. (I found my Calling! Wreck Hauling!) It was a day typique at the old junk heap. No kinky requests121 No esoteric feats. Well, I thought I'd take an exploratory digGet ahead of the gig. Girl Scout PREPARED! She was excavating like any other day in the usual way. She was a-excavatin vatin vatin vatin aexca waitin excawaitin just awaitin waitin waitin GOT my hammer and screws my jumpsuit and bijoux. I was so pleased (or so I believed) til I dug you 000 baby you AND MY MODUS VIVENDI SLIPPED GEARS Oh! Timeless Beauty Oh! In-Finite Artistry. Oh! Odometer in a Grecian Urn. You were smothered in mud. Your moulding moldy Your carburetor crud. But I smelled a classic And I knew from your start I could never give you up for parts. A '57 Chevy Dual Heads an' infinite exhaust. Red and White stripe OH MY! lil toy wagon! I cherry picked you up by your pouting cute hood ornament an' you blinked at my wink. Hey! I saw you did. Yeah. uh-huh. She knows a classic when she sees one. An' she couldn't be a digger anymore. 122 It was her duty to demolish but all she did was polish, NO! She would not be a digger NO MORE. Romance in the Rubble It boes ne'er do well for my budding career. I steel myself against a maudlin tide. I steer clear of fantasy an' crank you up so high. I chant the junkyard motto: I dig I discover I demolish. l-1-1-lyi-yi-yi-yi Hate to make this U-turn. I was head over wheels in Love. It was An Accident... The junkyard junket's FULL of ax-idents. Name of the Game's BURIED BUCKS. You know anything as good as gettin' Precisely. Exac-tactically WHAT YOU AIN'T EXPECTIN'? She slips to his side his old door just wont budge. She unhitches his hood with an expert tug. She falls upon his engine block that 1400 horse power hunk. He comes to life without a key. She is the key? To their Destiny. Now this 123 is NOT my characteristic course (of course I'd been dealing in the fossil field for a long time and fossils do not fuck . . ) Now what precisely is the motivational force for abruptly changing lanes. An Exit? An Accident? SHIT. I JUST LIKE GETTING LOST. But why dig psychiligically When all the pulls are due to magnetic attracticity. And when you turn on that slick AM Radio jive I just don't care 'bout bein' misaligned. So with the next surge of Acceleration I surrendered my diagnosis of guilt And Subterranean Motivations And Its purple haze An' Earthquakin' Amaze Wuthering Heights and California Nites and My Friend Flicka and Johnny Rivers Sandra Dee and Elvis Presley Christ! Whatta Night! The moon peered over Our Doomed Embrace His hazard lights flashed silhouette hearts. And when he reached out to touch me with his push-in lighter sparks flew And then I knew I found My Match. As dawn awoke and your battery croaked We fell to conversation as lovers often do when there's nothing left NOTHIN' LEFT to blow torch or screw. But we didnt exactly talk the same language. I totally misread 124 your signals. I thought they said you wanted to be left When you were really beggin' me to keep right on ... Vowing never to meet again They meet on the sly While her boss is out to lunch While his wife's on a test drive. We know, in these stolen moments, We'll never survive Life Runs on Fantasy Its gonna eat us alive. I'LL GET FIRED WITHOUT A CENT IN MY POCKET. YOU'LL BE MUSHED THROUGH THE CRUSHER FOR BICYCLE SPROCKETS. This is WAR baby. Oh! My Numero Uno My Alpha Romeo. Lo! Let us flee...