he makes his home a tomb
desiccated by time
saving the dust atop every blessed thing
as it is all that he has retained
of what was once holy
attempting to pass laziness off as art
and fear as discriminating taste
it would have been one hell of a thing
if he had chosen to live
up to something other
than his father’s
arched brow accusations
of failure
wearing raggedy grime as war metals
pinned to a canadian flag t-shirt
because
he called in sick to the war
the king of the trailer park
talking to his cat in such a way
that allows the observer know
he’s dead already
One reply on “the king of the trailer park”
An interesting verbal portrait.