Jackson Scott - Melbourne

Jackson Scott - Melbourne
Fat Possum

during those valley summers

we would burn worms

on my father's Weber.

he hated it.

"worms" 

he said,

"are good for the soil,

and...

their guts are crusting on

the barbecue cover."

listening to a twenty-year old 

cram trash can melodies for thirty minutes

is like watching those worms struggle for life.

i can't help 

but pay attention.