chuck
was the trailer-park manager:
dark-blue
one-piece
mechanic's suit
ash-white buzz-cut
liver-rorschach
up and down his arms.
yelled in my face
when i was seven
accused me of digging
an elephant hole
in the sand
below the jungle-gym.
made us
use a cat-ball
when we played baseball.
wouldn't let us
roam around
with sticks
and hammers:
basically
an epic
cock-block.
we gave good repechage though:
poured orange-juice
into the community lawn-mowers
he had to service
took dumps
on the floor of the party room
below the laundry-mat
cut tags
off gas meters
and
constantly wrote:
die fat whore
on the windshield of his wife's k-car
with lipstick.
his wife actually did
kick the bucket
when i was ten
chuck went down the drain
replaced him
with a guy named steve.
steve didn't give a shit
what we did
he was too busy
driving around the trailer-park
on a gold-wing
swiveling eye-dick
to little girls.