an open letter to the town of Kane, PA

8/14/18 11:21PM


there are times when i turn into a dirty hippie


with rotted shoes

spine like a longbow

scraggly hair and beard


i would just walk in the woods and feel the critters scatter away


then they’d all come groveling back for my blood


and the bare-dwelling dirty hippie fuck would sit and look at the stars


losing blood

and toxic shrouds

like it was coming into style


and then I left


exuded all of the bitter heat and ferrous smoke


that my chest held in


my skull opened up, I watched the residents of allegheny county 

make soup out of the mush


now i’m just a can of man

but clean nonetheless