To The Woman Who Drove Me Home, Or Most Of The Way Anyway

there was an impact and I woke up and
there we were
way off the side of state route xxx
I wasn’t driving
that doesn’t fit well poetically but I feel like I have to say it
you drove me home and I was bleeding still
I am as I write this and I thank god that you were
there to drive me three quarters of a
mile up the road and I walked it the rest bag
on back going to alaska aren’t we and
you’re a saint
maybe not canonized but that’s the fault of the catholic church
and not yours.

How To Go To Work/The Security Standards In Heaven Are Pretty Lax

you get drunk pass out you suffer from
menial problems you become
enraged at the broken dryer and
now you don’t have clothes to wear to work
you wear them anyway gotta have a job
your hands and feet tingle from a lack of
circulation this is a new development you
wonder from which poor decision this has most
probably stemmed
you drive in anyway
your shaky fingers stumble to punch in but you do and
you know from which poor decision exactly this
problem has stemmed
condition upgraded to functional
or downgraded as the case may be
you stand there and you have nothing to say
and hello good morning how are you
you say hello and good morning anyway and I am uh
good thanks how about you
it’s one of those days isn’t it
why yes it is except no one says it and you never say it can’t
show weakness now and even though you don’t know why and
even though you always are
and this was gonna be a happy poem but I guess
life isn’t that
but hell I ain’t dead yet
and when I am I’m gonna
stand up tall
take a good pull
draw down on Saint Peter
right there outside of paradise and
kick the fucking door in.