Lemon sticks

and

logos on the bag

while the skeletons from my

closet are hanging

from the ceiling

next to the beer cans

and a plastic blow-up ballOOn

of my ego

and it's too bad

near the cob-webs

and the spiders

and the creepy things

inside her

Maybe her entire life

could be coming now

going down

to the pyramid

of red and white

red and white

soup cans

God, I'm Andy Wharol

with a gun to my head

here behind the register

with a gun to my head.