talkin 'bout my generation

watching people age
age comfortably
in arm chairs
god I hope
to never be comfortable
in my life
I hope my creaking bones
move as constantly as
my anxious heart

trailer

a driveway island
blankets and propane
stolen sparkling in the fridge
amy winehouse and a certain
peculiar odor leaking from vents
the closet bathroom, a good place
to hide the thanksgiving turkey, yeah?