TRASH CAN BLUES ON BLUE
better drum and rattle
this basket
& steel
alleyway: down a dark moon throwdown fat october sky
it’s round and cold and like a mother
holds all of our wrappers
like we were still small smoldering children
with candy, candy, candy
better drum and rattle
too many cans under the sea:
when the jack tug overturned
and Michael went lungs up in the deep
thrum on engine block
take on take
better drum and rattle
rakes, their tipped caps, loony pent up men
coming off the tankers and ships
that sailor deep his cups
walking a straight line
to love.
what does love even amount to near the dockyards?
gasoline? oil? nothing survives there but life with a rat heart
and enough courage to brave the light
it’s dark all the time inside
even the possum has to scream its way out
