Help with Hands

Hands folded at Sunday dinner. Southern
pride shown through prayer. Cussin’
your cousin under deep breaths. What
is that loser doing here? He belongs to Jesus.
Everyone needs a little help. Embarrassed by
your words, he leaves and fixes
your tire
as he walks
home.

Train, Train

Train leaves the station. Crazy cravings keep me
inside “The Know”. Like “The Know” is a good place to be. Down in The Valley
next to Motel Hell. There is the
guttersnipe,
smokin’ the pipe.
Man is she ripe,
With the stench of not giving
A FUCK! Laundromat Libido Bathroom
Motel – rent by the slot. Twenty 5 cents for 15 minutes
plus a twenty for her troubles. All that to think…5,4,3,2,1
NOW GODDAMN IT GIVE ME MORE SHIT or I
will FUCK YOU UP!
Blade out. Flesh ripped. For what? A blood-stained craving
with a side of tears?

Cleansed

You
are

the
kindest

deluge
of

rain.
Washing

clean
like

redemption
of

the
repentant.