every little meth
runt crouched in the dark part of the culvert every sugar road half a bag shy of the flour roads every here we go crow spoiled at the touch of gun holes in signs love is inside light wet seeds nailed into the crawlspace between eyetooth and barred goon
From Whim Man Mammon, published by Action Books. Copyright © 2007 by Abraham Smith. Used with permission.
Abraham Smith is the author of Hank (Action Books, 2010) and Only Jesus Could Icefish in Summer (Action Books, 2014). He teaches at University of Alabama and shares his time between Tuscaloosa, Alabama, and Ladysmith, Wisconsin.
Date Published: 2007-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/every-little-meth