neverwheresville
clusters of houses that block each other as such that none of the front doors can open
garbage rings equidistant from the equally diverted windows crushed open by electrical sound
left in a housekeeper's pit with sheets and the deceased
borne of disinterested fornication
borne of nothing better to do
and of no one better to do it to
cans in hands of the uninteresting things
crushed against the mattress that dusts the floor while they sleep
lost forever in dreams of red labels and closeouts
bargains and specials and suits of silken armor
the dust is rising upward now
we put a little behind the ears to let the song sink in
up with living
up with going
up with getting out of this
up with this perfume collected from what once just settled
up with blowing it all out
we sneeze and only then do we know we're alive and that
we're better than this but
we won't forget where we came from
