out of my league
a night so cold
the river to hell froze over
and I hotwired a Kawasaki mule
and I spun and skidded my way back among the living
why, the living asked
because, I said
I saw the ice
I saw the mule
I didn’t hesitate
I didn’t deliberate
I didn’t ponder the consequences
I just hopped on
and goosed the shit out of the motor
no, the living protested
you didn’t want to be one of us when you were here
you wrote horrible things about us in your poems
you refused to make small talk with us in checkout lines
you spit on our holidays and mocked our beliefs
why would you come back and bedevil us?
for the cheap beer at Vern’s Tavern
and a game of eightball
I inform them
too many superb hustlers in perdition
they beat me every time
I’m so out of my league
I’ve been barred from the tables for eternity
Horror Sleaze Trash 