(in a stream of consciousness, in threes.)
Shanty home and
Second hand clothes like
coming up with nothing makes a person feel like anything is possible, like
I could be the only Disney princess with a body bathed in dust,
head adorned with a little crown of purple flowers,
belly full of bologna and white bread or
Pepsi in a can,
sometimes even both.
You know the flowers, they grow low to the ground with a root system that is a map to China-
the ones that stink of something bitter and throw off goat heads in the spring.
Shouting as a love language
Drinking as a therapist and
Drugs as everyone’s favorite final straw, like
Dad got picked up again for pissing in the streets and his face will always be to me a bloodshot sneer of tears ever in the well-
a storm to quell and
I don’t recognize him sober,
he don’t recognize me older.
Neighbors high on meth have something special for your daughter,
something that she’s too dumb to know is not love and,
You should be grateful they’re not chasing her with a rusty hammer and a lighter like they do the twenty sacred sons of Maria up the road.
Who never did nothing to no one,
but the desert on this side of the border is a dish that is served cold by the grey-pink hands of blue collar white men and their grimacing ponchy women. Like
the way the frozen dew becomes the scent of dust and stars at the splitting of daybreak over the aubergine hills, which hold the shadows of the clouds like the tattooed names of their churlish ex-lovers.
Eager to love and eager to please
Which is better?
to be used and discarded or disregarded? Like
Can a flash in the pan be likened to a grease fire, or is there a factor by which to discriminate the two?
Does the factor wear a uniform and love the color blue and did that factor pay me $40 for a college entrance essay with his 2.5 GPA? Like
How much weight does a 5 on the AP lit test sway for a kid who got the free lunch tray and will probably just stay in town until it grinds em down like the most common pebbles,
blue and grey? Like
Blue brown or grey are the colors of the living
but needle prick red and casket black can
always be arranged.
Jesus Christ sure blessed this American Dream,
don’t you think?
Move it right along boys, there’s nothing to see, and nothing stinks.
Are you blue son or are you grey?
Cos from here you’re looking a little too pink.