Trailer Park Nightmare

“I lived in a 18 ft trailer for two years in Santee, CA. You would go to bed at night freezing and wake tossing coverage fearing death by heat prostration. Here is a different ghost story.”

Trailer Park Nightmare

Am I awake
Out of my time
Out of my place
Out of my mind
The air is fetid
Harsh on my throat
Oh please, let me sleep
This tin roof
These tin walls
I can hear the rain
But there is no water
In this fall
Am I awake
Out of my time
Out of my place
Out of my mind
This bed is too short
Breaking my back
Oh please, let me sleep
These windows are tiny
Yet I hear too much
My neighbors fight
They yell all day
Moan and fuck all night
Am I awake
For this trailer park nightmare
Sleepwalk when possible
Timeless wanderings
Through rows of tin cans
Lives are lived here
Dreams are dreamed here
But time has left me
To the realm of the insane
In eternity’s withering grasp
Forever charting these paths I remain
Am I awake
For this trailer park nightmare
Give me Heaven or Hell
Not this specter of existence
Pleading for attention
Random acts of instability
Are met with indifference
They seal their tin cans
Do not recognize my plight
Let me escape with gas filled lungs
Doomed by a failed pilot light
Am I awake
Out of my time
Out of my place
Out of my mind
This is death’s reality
My trailer park nightmare

© Ted Washington 2009

Trailer Park Nightmare