Trailer Park Boys

They should have saved more time

for reflections in the mirror,

but leisure hours passed

with their tongues hung up in bottles

licking smoke and sailing on

towards a castle made of stank

and day old booze.

They were insects displayed on a pin-
exposed, helpless and unable to explain themselves,

but concealed their worries with clown trickery-

Drowning their calamities

in a kiddy pool filled 
with Captain Morgan 
and hillbilly blues.

You should have seen it, the place was a mess-
Empty cans thrown into sinks,
cigarette butts floating lifelessly

Posters that read: “Keep calm. Get your redneck on” 
stood staring back at me,
 like a bad song 
forever on repeat.

I remember the voices like the back of my hand
and the music from a farther room.

I know the eyes already

 like they were my own

because I almost felt they were

I almost felt this place was a part of my heart

But it flickered and ached when not around.

The trailer park should have been

our worst of times,

coated in ignorance and a wall of shame-

But it wasn’t

and it was
and it was all so beautiful

either way you look at it.