Thursday, January 24, 2013

Outlaw's Lament

Drag the fork-locked Softail
up the surreptitious trailer ramp
quick, under cover of darkness
chain-tethered dog howls its disapproval

Drunken altercations in dimly lit parking lots
missed court dates, public defenders
Thirty days in county jail
clear the head and heal the bruises

Trailer park meth lab simmers in the summer heat,
cooking up a bubbling enthusiasm
chicken bone sculptures
decorate the dirty
underbelly of the sagging double wide.

Running hard through city streets
straight pipes echo off deserted factory walls
cocaine, whiskey and road rash
hanging flesh on fractured bone
spitting broken teeth through bleeding lips