Trailer trash interlude
Your tooth isnt the symptom of something larger
It’s just rotted
You’re just rotting
Stop applying pressure
The wounds bled
Tourniquetted
Mother isn’t going to kiss it better
Your future is a rosy plume
Your past is a rusty streak
Was there ever any thrill in it?
Just put it away
Pack it up
Punch it down I-75
Don’t idle on Main Street
Dont rubberneck at George’s
She’s not there
Ashes and broken homes
Cul de sacs on puerile land
Cracked Buddha banisters
And hidden labs
Twenty four years
Of waste
And rot
And filth
















