* This is a fictionalized account of some shit that actually happened. All the names, locations, etc. have been changed to protect the innocent as well as the guilty. – JG *
this is the way this story should end
by the time I climb up
to the roof of my parents’ house
the show is already beginning
it spirals out into fallsville
as the first wrecking ball hits
a pulse of light and sound
a rumble
like drums
but this story doesn't have an end
hannah’s murder never solved
a ghost of memory
not even a story now
told to frighten middle-school
fallsville girls
to stay on the "right side of the tracks"
jeremy janks released after 25 years
a halfway house
then a half-life
another slack, doughy face in a denny's window
perched over a rapidly cooling
cup of coffee
the screaming skull of the 1980s
reduced to flock of seagulls
and thundercats clips on youtube
advertisements for mediocrity
into eternity
a clip of snakeland being destroyed
in 1994 posted there
its destruction coming
far too late
to be of any good to anyone
and rand
tim
carolyn
and chris
memories frozen years ago
eternally teenaged
pictures stored in attics
graves untended
but for holidays
who remembers now
who cares
but that's the funniest thing
it should be obvious to you
by now
the only commonality
all the stories have
is
