TRAILER PARK
the vfw dancers,
the elks with stuffed antlers
and a puppet show on the dance floor.
it was a real restroom romance
one more time for a second chance
and freedom from second hand stores.
a urinal confessional
although unintentional
crawling up under the stalls
a hair net of eloquence
small town intelligence
wandering the dustbowl malls.
and it stays white here, long after its dark
i hope there's not a fire, at the trailer park
so grab up your lawn chair lets watch the parade
down main street in fossils on memorial day
and it doesn't matter, what you've memorized
one thing at time for a change.
disposable culture
you're kissing the vulture
and the fresh smell of diesel in the breeze
beer bottles for crutches
and playtex deluxes
be careful on what you lean.
veterans plastic carnation
from the texaco station
and the feeling you've done this before
the pot of gold refrain
the cigarette smoke hurrincane
and the freedom of the unemployed.
and it stays white here, long after its dark
i hope there's not a fire, at the trailer park
these days its the outside, that causes alarm
when really the inside does all the harm
you'd be suprised at what matters so much
you're never too old to grow up.
over your shoulder
dusty diploma
the cement is growing so tall
the weight of the layers
and the last second prayers
you're only moral, after all.
and it stays white here, long after its dark
i hope there's life after the trailer park
and it's not important, how important you are
if your mind is peaceful, you've got it all
and the parade is over it's time to go home
and of course, you've always been there
6/10/97
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