Dancing in the Shadow of Walter White

Fabulous left her three legged dog

In a Burbank bomb shelter.
Full of  fleas

Infesting furniture and feeding on

Dying hustles.

The walls were hair metal poems

Of pussy paper

And sharpie bush.

Moth mauled linens,
Yellow with binges and

Incarceration,

Cradled unstrung guitars

That once sold millions.
The kitchen was decorated

In three for fifteen

Pepperoni and cheese and

People waited,

Hands wringing,

Teeth clenching,
For the chemistry

Cooking in the camper
Out back.

For a minute, I played in a band that rehearsed in a house where lots of unsavory things happened.  I only saw the aftermath...and was too naive to totally understand just how unsavory until about a year after I'd moved on to other projects.