carry on

love is coming.
love is coming to a funeral near you.
lonely roads are lonely roads by definition.
no one else is there.
recumbent velocipedes/
now that’s a lonely road.
‘67 dodge dart with an eight track
RUN THRU THE JUNGLE
RUN THRU THE JUNGLE
AW DON’T LOOK BACK
ditches
cornfields
harmonicas
give me a taste
a taste of that strawberry hill
 a taste of that fidelity
innocent fidelity

hell

“torment” he said.
“you will be tormented for eternity.”
  i was astounded. “god has nothing better to do than torture me for eternity? what about juvenile diabetes?”
  his face got dark with anger “GET SERIOUS”.
  “I AM SERIOUS. MY WIFE WORKS WITH SICK CHILDREN WHO WON’T SEE THEIR SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY!  what kind of god is that?”

a leg to stand on

consistency
always central to balance
and it goes without saying
because it goes without saying
i might be a dick
but i always am
people take their time
and i let them for the most part
memorize the keys
and find them
or the phone in her darkness
speaking from 38 miles away
she stood firm on that leg
and met me at the aids clinic
met me at the dentist
met me hiding as i unlocked the door
to the apartment vomitorium
she stalked out when i told her 
i would be just one more guy
that she never really loved
she said that i could keep her daddys desk
and my son told me this
“there is nothing scummy about her”
in the days when his insight was golden
with another human
with another golden human