by Justin Karcher
Let’s dye our hair
submarine blue
let’s listen
to the 2005 Warped Tour
Compilation
let’s break
into crumbling
Rust Belt mansions
before Florida
slumbirds
sell the land
because the brokenness
is all we have
half-burned chunks of wax
with no 401(k) plans
running scared through a napless land
afraid to close our eyes & dream
afraid of what we’ll see
smartphone cockroaches
digging through our old texts
our old tweets
desperation
is the only thing we’ll leave behind
these days
we always smell
a little like
suicide
roadkill
dangling
in the backs of our throats
where our tonsils
should
or shouldn’t be
[Justin Karcher (Twitter: @Justin_Karcher. Instagram: the.man.about.town) is a Pushcart-nominated poet and playwright born and raised in Buffalo, New York. He is the author of several books, including Tailgating at the Gates of Hell (Ghost City Press, 2015). He is also the editor of Ghost City Review and co-editor of the anthologies My Next Heart: New Buffalo Poetry (BlazeVOX [books], 2017) and MANSION (dancing girl press, 2019).]
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