Corner
At the counter in the Cozy
Corner Sweet Shop tough guys order
cherry coke.
On the sidewalk, what a retard,
marbles talk when frozen hard he
makes you choke.
In the doorway by the Playboys
pinball girl waits with no idea
what you hope.
Cement pressure straightens your ribs,
jackets your arms, can’t remember
when you broke.
Big kids ball game, no one gets it,
down the storm drain, reach for what’s stuck
in the throat.
Easy vendor, in the store won’t
dare the name for box of Marbro’s
that you smoke.
Tune to lyrics of the gutter,
words your father’d wash the Bible
clean as soap.
Time you turn on losers, loners,
mock them, push them, blind sweet rushing
power woke.
Steal the album, poke the faggot,
kick the door in, crazy, let in
on the joke.
In the backseat, wine and reefer,
freakin’ funny how you ask for
nother toke.
Wasted, too late, kill the bottle
lens of streetlight, toss the empty
down the slope.
Wipe out the bike, OD on smack,
shot up or knifed, blow off the wake,
someone spoke.