Trailer park white trash
Neighbors dinner smells like ash
Duct tape and trash bags
Just to keep the heat out
Hopeing one day
That ill make it out
Cars in the front yard
Cars in the back yard
Not a car to drive
Trash and ciggerette butts all in the yard
Clothes hangin on the porch
Knee high grass and 4 lawn mowers
That never seem to work
Little kids runnin everywhere
Windows open to let the air in
Country music blarin
Sittin on the porch smokin and drinkin
All tha love i could ever want from my mom and uncle
The pricelessness of havin a loved one
I may not have had the money
But i have what really matters
Neighbors dinner smells like ash
Duct tape and trash bags
Just to keep the heat out
Hopeing one day
That ill make it out
Cars in the front yard
Cars in the back yard
Not a car to drive
Trash and ciggerette butts all in the yard
Clothes hangin on the porch
Knee high grass and 4 lawn mowers
That never seem to work
Little kids runnin everywhere
Windows open to let the air in
Country music blarin
Sittin on the porch smokin and drinkin
All tha love i could ever want from my mom and uncle
The pricelessness of havin a loved one
I may not have had the money
But i have what really matters
2 comments:
Very nice! and to answer your question about my dreams, yes they are always that detailed. which is unusal for my dreams to be that detailed.
Wow Kris! This was really powerful. This is probably one of my favorite poems you have written. It just felt very raw and emotional. Thanks for sharing.
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