Mississippi Trailer Scene

He drinks his vague remorse

Nicotine overwhelms the room

Gaunt and

Empty, burdened to a corpse

The light of day breaking limbs in half,

Stands like a plant with a dry desperate want

He leans and with cogitative strokes

Burdens his beard and door

Ogling,

He fractures his spackled face

The origin deliciously drowned-

She takes the last few hours with opiates and leaves

Embellishing the ampler worth of the last few years she let slip into the ground

Love is not the animal inside them

Love, not loosened with time

But where he leans, she paints a mental vapor

 

Too many days, she asks again in ramification

Too many days she just wasn’t around to make more of the lesser things happen

And silver thoughts adorn her red magnetic hair.

She twists in half turn

A mild around

Not a monster, Not a b***h

Just wishes him everything

Before she pushes on

Reality stalks beyond their wasteland

Simpering

The streets jump out with a billion grim memories

Telling her the bleak absolute

She knows there is nothing to tell

Nothing to hold her in worth

And the beds after beds spread to a river angelica

She speaks through her floating hazels, sweat crowns her militant brow

And salt sirens the day’s philosophy

She thinks from a distant charm

A midlife hard revision

Penned into the lines of shrugs

A hundred years before his arms can touch her again

The spell of Old Spice,

No way it stays olfactory

She is demonized with hair meshed in willow

Snarls at the pandering fauns

The made of fools she knows as only trailer genius

A revenant

This world knows nothing of her truth and so she has to cry

Behind her she hears his

canisters clink

Camels and vomit still liquation on the air

The medallion walls and a Vietnam they fought together

All a taste she is desperate to escape though

Tomorrow is a billion light years

Pushing one mask

One smile inviting the lie of a nugatory sun

She fondles the quarter inside her pocket

Listening to his promise:

“She’ll be back!”,

He fancies

This, his first unwelcome blue provocation in the holy making

Of the life that robbed his hour.

 

Reviews

[KWP]

well, yeah - a tale of life in it's truity - the want for more - the settling for what is ... small glimpses of happiness in the acceptance of life laid bare ... but always searching for the greener grass ... eloquently put for a trailer stint X

[Perdition]

Relentless you are. A trailer too can be a paradise blanketed of tin.All depends on the occupants but yeah..too many stories of men that never came home and women that bore the weight to try. Thanks~

[KWP]

Well, it's true - trailer can be a paradise indeed - my bad X

[S.L.P]

this is gorgeous. I loved every line I read. Your vocabulary is satisfying and the way that story is told is borderline cinematic. Beautiful.

[Perdition]

Thanks..some nights I have to cut as deep as possible and pray the muse leaves her scar in at least one that can hear the words with the same manner that it comes. So absolutely appreciate your remarks.