Scratches in the Tabletops

Ghoulish

 You haven't lived out here
'til you've seen what I've seen
children running wild in the woods
and highways with that rainbow sheen

Old civil war bayonets dripping
rust colored liquor into a waiting mouth
split level tongues drinking lead and
a Valium paved road headed south 

You wouldn't survive out here
without an old codger's heart
swaying in a rocking chair
abandon babies in a shopping cart 

Irradiated homecoming queens
with blinking red and jellied eyes
stumbling around their pick-up trucks
and trading weed for uranium highs 

You couldn't live out here
unless you looked like me
nuclear fallout is one helluva drug
and ain't no better crash than she