Ripping countrified,
peeling back ages of pigeon doo
and drywall mold -
rusted metallic sheets -
teddy-bear fluff -
dried food crumbs
and dust bunnies.
You said it was just a breeze --
My double-wide rests in Nebraska
and I'm in Missouri.
A South by Southwest heading.
Iron sheets of piss-down hate
complicate a morning escape by your standard,
obstructing the gravel holes that ate my tires
over-easy with a healthy dash of salt
as I tried to drive away.
She's rolling North on 81.
Convoy of spin-offs catch her tail.
Treated two-by-fours barely pass me by,
driving cannon-like
into mother Bell's poles,
Johnny Seed's trees.
Cinderblock foundations shattered,
chickens learning to fly,
children learning to hide,
schools learning to fill out insurance claims.
Doppler hates us and we're all going to die.
She's doubled back for a second try.
College boy, you couldn't see it coming?
Televised poser with an outdated tie!
SUV martyr!
Get in my basement,
Dick. |
Submission Name: Supercell Over Springfield
