suburban gothic

Suburban gothic 

In decrepit suburbia circa the collapse

Another ball for the desert rats 

Coyotes roam day and night

Scavengers paradise 

Kids with no future to dream

The phoenix, a vulture with a burning wing

Doors barred windows broken 

Homes built and never occupied

Glorified mc mansions in rows 

Crumbling stucco caked in dried blood 

Burned grass never meant to green 

Drained pool once clear blue cool

Nowhere to soothe the burns

Melting asphalt in the road like a river of tar

The cars leak oil worth it’s weight in sweat

The thirsty ground drinks and the soil remembers 

A locked room where the landlord keeps her spoils of war

Of gaudy gold dishes, statues and linens 

Furniture covered in yellowing plastic 

The lord collects and isn’t forgiving 

A bath blackened by bong water resin 

Flies lay eggs wherever they find fresh meat 

Living or left behind 

Time erodes all empires

And the scavengers dance in the light of the fires 

Hungry only for another day