Month: November 2012

somebody’s been feeding the ghosts liquor

twenty years ago
I could
slap some yella paint
on horseshit

and you’d go home
swearing you got a deal
at $99.95.

Nowadays,
there’s a tear deferred
for every board I walk.

Ever check out the old Polaroids
and see that guy in the center
smiling, wanting it all a little too much?

He can’t see the long knives
rarin’ to go in their sheaths.

I know that guy
and could play him on T.V.

and you’d go home
swearing you got a deal
at $99.95.