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Tinkerbell Blues
Smashed it,
broke it,
gave it back.
Took it,
scratched it,
bitch-slap, slack.
No fixes for
damage
done on the
interstate.
No love for
a loss
through a
fire grate.
Build me
something better.
Build me
something true.
I’ll watch
you suffocate
through
interrogation glass.
You’ll echo forest
blues in a bone-dry
hip flask.
Shove daggers
into an empty mirror.
You are getting
so much thinner.
Grind shrunken fists
into shards
of amber.
Your throat
is a dying
ember. Remember.
You don’t look
so good, honey.
Those blood
rims aren’t
hiding like
they used to.
The clock is
burning,
turning.
Inside out.
You never made
it out of the
wreck of that
Camaro.
September.
That’s when
they shut it
down and
Tinkerbell
threw away
the key.
Walk blind
into the
ugly desert,
then one day
maybe baby,
you will
finally
get to see.
