THE BALLAD OF FIVE OR SIX BUCKS

c 2013 Tristan Winter

It’s dirt we thought it was years

things tend to coat us we

are always at the back of

the triumphal return we

lie real bad

about other people

play cards and kick pals

into the par tits downtown

I want the one with the flies

I want the one that talks like it

likes me I want the one

with the big teeth what

the hell already in me

My boys kill for joy

five cannoli in the sun one

crashed and crumpled spaceship a

pencil neck girl speaking

tungus miocene daddy o

yuck a lifetime disease

of singing worms

and infamy