Kevin Ridgeway

Middle of the Desert Blues

miles between

trailer homes

the pet pig

keeps biting me

while the men

with tools

for appendages

and saucer eyes

hit on my mother

with toothless

swagger and

Crisco crusted

greaser coifs

ashes from many

cigarettes dangle

before dropping

in a floating

dance to the dirt,

this junkyard

among many

other

grand castles of

orchestrated garbage

on this uncharted

treasure map

of desert land

are all faded glory with

its people burning amongst

the growing torch of

dry debris 

unmarked graves dot

its parameters

skulls hold

lit candles

lighting

pipes and

unfinished butts

the damn pig

won’t stop

trying to eat me

alive

Kevin Ridgeway resides in his native Southern California.  He lives in a shady bungalow with his girlfriend and their one-eyed cat.  His work has appeared in a wide variety of online and print publications.