Monday, June 29, 2020

day TWELVE HUNDRED and FIFTY NINE

PYRAMIDS

The trailer park is
one hundred pyramids
of suburban decay

linoleum sided sarcophagi
bleached white by the
Bayshore sun

ambulances are chariots
without the lights on

no rush for the dead
who lay forgotten on
plastic covered furniture
while the news berates
their corpses with daily terrors

we worship the scarabs

the sons and daughters
of the trailer park pharaohs
who dance in the sun
and are revived with Narcan

I need to escape

--Damian Rucci

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