F150

There's a skeleton in the backyard A rusty F150 covered in weeds When the rain fell As rain does It made some things grow and others look like entropy Propped up on blocks Peppered with buckshot Both headlights busted out Empty Natty Daddys litter the bed There's no title in the glove box Just a dusty diary and single spoon When the rain fell As rain does The ink ran and made it difficult to read Gold gilded spine Bookmarked by a fraying strand of twine Empty pages the whole second half There's a pit bull in the front yard Cranky thirsty and showing his teeth When the rain fell As rain does It filled his bowl and soothed him to sleep Collar with spikes Scar through his left eye Tired from straining against the chain Empty socket where his eye used to be The rain fell Rain fell Rain fell I spend my time Dancing on fault lines Looking for the fawn