i escaped the trailer home to the make shift rodeo toothful gagglers & not so pretty hollars boys i rush up the bleachers squishing cans beneath each jump CRRRUNCH! i want to go to the top find the place where goodness calls
an old sweaty man's hand grabs my trousers PULL FREE PULL FREE .. i can't his wrinkles shimmer chrome the shiny belt buckle big n' bold the pain of a world too ordered to make people like me silent he is pulling me down to sit pulling me hard my jeans are sliding black i wriggle wriggle always mama tried to make me sit the teacher the politician my eyes hurt from all this looking at things not right i wriggle the sun is sharp that place where the shadow meets the crawl i wriggle and make a straight hand bruce lee myself free his teeth grimace and drip i unwriggle him from my dreams