NEW JERSEY X-RAY VISION TRUCKSTOP WHORE
fifty-three people forget what they are thinking and they are thinking about god.
four kids kick another kid because his pants are unfashionable. his mother is a crackhead with a broken tooth. he survives on mayonnaise sandwiches and hope. hope like mayonnaise has no nutritional value.
women open fish in a sweat shop. fuscia guts slap against each other in a slimy metal can. they know more than you do. they are invisible.
waterbugs plan attacks on fat-suburban housewives with weak hearts and press-on nails. their husbands eat fried chicken and watch japanese porn with their girlfriends.
clouds slide into town like angry ghosts pregnant with rain. they bust cum shots on the unemployed while the wealthy sigh behind stained glass windows and die of boredom.
people worship guns, movie stars, and a new 10 day cabbage diet. they’ll pay for god if you charge them.
on the highway: jackknives, jigsaws, plastic forks, a broken xylophone, a hooker with fists of gold.
a rape in the schoolyard, a death in a fishbowl, blood on the avenue.
hard-ons weep. women scream. put more film in the camera.
lights are changing.
the guards are laughing.
shoe laces are caught. fat lips follows the dollar. our string is strong.
our hearts are mean.
a first kiss unties in the back of a car, beside a 2 tree park that stinks of piss. a day she’ll always remember. a smell that does not wash out.
your mother told you to never go. but you went and had fun for awhile. no one told you that you would bleed to death. would you have believed them if they had?
mascara carves black roads down your face. he says you are beautiful when you cry. you should run, but you don’t.
mountains of tires burn. i don’t like living here.
no one cares about the 2 year olds, they are appetizers for the cruel.
junk twists on the spoon and groans like sperm fried on a hot plate.
at the crime scene policemen adjust their crotches, their pistols cocked for the amusement of children and other virgins.
i have ten bucks, what do you got?
no one saw anything. no one ever sees anything around here. not if they want to live longer. not that that’s long any how.
you are warm beneath the green blanket. i smile when i see you. i kiss your mouth when i am lucky.
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