I'm Slinging Broken Dreams and Finding my Soul

 Aluminum foil crackles—
A torn edge scraping glass.
Intruding gusts of southern wind
Shudders through the rickety walls.
There's phantom footsteps all around...
Tentative scuffling cross the floor
Of an empty house.

Gravel crunches in the park circle,
A childish yet menacing sound.
Drunken men shout in the distance,
Sounds of a half toothless wonder.
The dope man's house is jumping,
A soul gone from riches to rags,
But he doesn't mind.

One neighbor is ending her day
With a bong on her front steps.
The groups of kids are little hustlers
Learned the tricks of the trade
Straight from the cradle days.
An older boy got popped
For stolen beef jerky...
Can't win em all I suppose.

We're all broken, we're all hoping.
As each man and woman's demons salivate, feed, and flourish.
Today my devil and I are one.
We retreat to our kingdom of isolation
Too many layers of worlds and realities
Beating our walls in with bloody, dirt crusted fists.

I tried to fight my mirror again today,
But this time she just gave me a knowing smile.
Oh, if these old trailers could talk!
What terrors and tales would they sing?
A mournful balad of cozy home making
In hell...
I'd swallow every drop
As if my next breath depended on it.
Beautiful trash sings such a sweet song!