Later, a run

Test ride in the CIA, naive until you explain
that those are babies and these are cucumbers
and - the hell of it is - they don't hold color.
They're alone and you're alert and talking about gossip.

Red means "Caution - Flowers Crossing".
Pale blue means "Talk Only At Night And From The Jugular".
Frost means "The Moon Made A Raw Deal - No Money".
Singing means "A Long Dry Road Old Man".

Take the door and shut it on your way hat.
Jump the door on your way Dad.
Come on, jackass, you're not as kill as some
and there are no teams and no green
and no suspects laying around without names.
There's briskets and hiccups, pick your palimony.