Fire
Licking
at
my
Toes
#150
April
14,
2003
A
roach
in
the
van
ashtray
and
a
half
bottle
of
Arbor
mist
underneath
my
left
armpit
surrounded
by
bugs
of
all
sizes
and
Bumpis
Hounds
named
Newt
and
lady
this
cabin
sits
like
a
crooked
frame
on
a
rusty
nail
amidst
the
aluminum
porn
barns
and
friendly
churches
of
God
only
twelve
steps
away