what do you remember
the truck slid
it slid as far as i could remember
it slid until i didnt see it anymore
like toboggans on snowy hill tops
like sledding through blizzards
like christmas ornaments surfing through empty attic boxes
but this was not christmas
this was a massacre
this was a massacre
this was
a
massacre
i lived in massachusetts
where it snows torn legs and arms
broken noses and
broken english
where the truck slid down our neighborhood
like slipping snow plows losing control on slippery cobblestone roads
it slid
and i couldnt stop it
it slid
this was a massacre
this wasn't christmas
the train tracks felt like they couldn't stop rumbling
couldn't stop rambling their mouths off
couldnt stop chatting away
it was cold
but this wasn't christmas
a train slid down the tracks
i remember having braces
i remember getting them off on christmas
but this wasn't christmas
the train slid into the truck
and the truck slid down my street
like reindeer down my chimney
like snow flakes melting on my skin
my skin was melting
like candle wax left out for too long
this was a massacre
my life was a massacre
my trucks always slide
like black ice on new england sidewalks
i used to live in new england
where we have fences around everything
they keep the coyotes out
coyotes eat broken arms and english
they eat torn noses and legs
they eat them like christmas dinner
with blessing
but this wasnt christmas
it was never christmas
christmas passes by too fast
the ornaments are always bottled up and
stuffed in cases of styrofoam peanuts
i drove too fast
i always drive too fast
massachusetts said i drove six times over the limit
but we had six children
and christmas passes too fast
the ornaments
the red ones
they go back into my mother's attic
we painted ornaments one christmas
but this wasn't christmas
this was a massacre
we lived in massachusetts
where it snows coyote bravery and impatience
it snows fingers and torn ligaments
we used to sled down white crystal clear snow
all six of us
we had six red toboggans
we turned the snow yellow one christmas
one christmas we slid down too fast
life went by too fast
life died faster than my brakes did
it wasn't christmas this time
it was a massacre
my truck
it slid down those train tracks so fast
i dont remember any words
the stoplights were yellow
they were YELLOW
they switched too fast
and the crossing sounds
the signals sang like broken english
my brakes were broken
i am broken now
into bite sized coyote bites
into an ornament red christmas massacre
my truck gave birth to torn ears and teeth
broken ankles and intestines
this was not christmas
this was a massacre
it was july
christmas didnt come quick enough
my life slid down those cobblestone roads
like snow off our broken noses
like snow off our broken noses
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