u.s. bondage

i am a lampshade
on a drunkard’s head
something so trite
and predictable
that it is sincere
i am the velvet elvis
above the rosaries
and crosses
and roadmaps
i am a midget with a lobster claw
in a trailer park
not cool enough for clearwater
arbus in amber
and somber
and sober
i see the lights
and the devil
go down on georgia

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