White Trash

go on—watch the ’stache,
do it now, do it fast.
you giggle, you laugh
while i fetch what you lack.
slant, gill the gap— let me in,
are you opaque? renal remission.  
no aim—shoot,
precision’s all you’ve got,
when recession is your dash.
you don’t mind—cling like shade,
sweet, still not a killer.
now you’re all i’ve got left,
leave the note on my dash
like it’s trash—
light, still tiny,
i’m gnash still mighty,
don’t whisper words just to fray them—
repent.
i am lost to the words,
still dead on the floor.
let you lie with my corpse,
feel my pores—
wind and dust, just blow me. 
high as your favorite kite.
you too the last flight
broke me like ham—
compose. compare.
doesn’t that make you want to dare?
oh dear—hold no fear.
the corrupt shan’t move,
stay put. 
pescatarian obstacles and occlusions,
blown themselves—
no ladder till fill,
a gland you’ll never heal,
still the same land we all fear.
confess—
that shit don’t make you compress.
the bottles run dry,
lips crack on cold December nights.
a wild fuck, an easy luck—
wouldn’t you call, with all the rights
then compare me
full and direct-
click, on hold,
like a canister?
might as well hold my banister
remember while you sit,
i’m still complete like Cleopatra.
you’ll be Caesar—
and fall.
don’t wait up, 
tonight i have no fear.
and while i’m here, bound to light—
delusion hits me full-struck,
vision still incomplete,
still farther than West Texas.
that’s just where
you left at.