Ashley Yells the Once and Future Fuck You
Ricky's brother Ashley in the window,
dirged as an old woman of soup sleeves,
shouting ignoble our baseball and Kool-Aid.
She was a slut, he was less than a
corn can -- me with my gloves and
friends too lotionclad for the laundromat.
Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm pocked where
my baby teeth left. Ricky's brother lost
in a room of galloping angel denim smocks.
I'll go back to build the doughnut store
I promised this one chick. Ricky now plops
her head down in her bowl of mothball stew.
Kids won't know, God knows, give me a streamer.