A Fender Bender

Fender Bender, still image from Bringing Up Baby

It was double-dyed absurdity:
the diffused dynamite of Arrow Gray steel
detonating laminated solar Audi glass,
the gloating nihilism of his spray-painted piping,
that leaking recognition of shapelessness
padding the Grand Asia Market parking lot
with unadulterated footlights and vaudeville,
my panicked despairing, last-gasp excuses
he defrocks with honeybee toxins in his tone,
tortoise Italian acetate sunglasses atwinkle.