Jail Bait



Jail Bait (2008)

After we fight—my lover laughs at me
we take a walk—down by the Mississippi
where he smokes—Mexican cigarettes
flicking ashes—in my worshipping face

We snark each other—dirty names
all day long—in front of the TV…
We’re couch potatoes—who cares?
Him & me—this Ed Wood Jr. movie...

The millennial generation—dummies
don’t care about anything—what do they know?
At least us baby-boomers—remember
the good times—before the Crash?

When he gets off—he just smirks.
I study his silence—but not very hard.
He says he’s—born-again holly-roller.
His millennial generation—they’re easy.


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