popeye's chicken in Dixon
the alleyway behind safeway
the late night county line drive
with the green lights dripping
from the dash, lie in the
bed of the truck on your back
feel stuck but stars shine
I feel fucked in the front yard,
helpless I am, I look
back, I stare at the screen's
guise. Newborns in hell,
no innocence, I am the definition
of what 'different' is, traffic
on I-80, Fairfield to Davis, fucking
crazy, lately why I'm late
no-names but oxy-80's
don't stop the pain, her brain
is batter, pancakes served
on a platter, the silver lined
eyes read 'life's good' but that
is the biggest lie, keeping
in line with the Jonesin while
hiding getting high, pretty
little thing all dressed in white.
May 2014 Corvallis, OR
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