white trash therapy

you always want someone you can
relate to when you're trying
to get to the bottom of why
you just want to slide out of this
hot mess of a life
and into the unknown.

outside- the mistral guns leaves down,
here in the sunshine state. brown
at last,   elms surrender to the burn
like children marched in lines to learn

how terror creeps into safe places
so duck your heads, compose your faces
fall silently as sleeping babies
when winter looms as more than maybe.

and what about the cares you thought
were packed away, like presents bought
in summer ,hidden o so well, you forgot
their very tales, surfacing now untaught.

no wonder time takes holidays
 seconds sleep, minutes bark ,hours play
across the trailer's lights of broken day
your hour's up, that's all i'll say.