It’s So Damn Long
When night shrieks in
skirts the very edge
of my nervous system
six degrees below zero
truckstop baren
a penny for any lonely man’s thoughts
who venture
in to Sally’s Gas Station
I pine for the dawn
watch for skeletons lurking
in doorways
of surrounding hollowed out buildings
a great horned owl
screeches past me
attempts feebly to solve its hunger problems
or die quietly in some slovenly hovel
Bones littered about
beer bottles
needles
some old stuffed teddy bear
so worn and dirt trodden
it became its own disease
Ima die out here…….eventually
after a certain number of shooting stars
die in their blaze of glory straight over the mountain tops
its scrawled somewhere
under my rib cage
like a barcode
Jesus sends an angel
every so often
to give a scan check
when I feel that heat
a smile cracks my frozen face
I’ll stare up at those billions of stars
every one of em named by Jesus
every one of em a fiber of this long-ass night
Look north
the mountains glare threatening
ain’t no home in those hills
but I watched a few takers
locked and loaded
with knapsacks and water bottles
take the trek with stubborn praise
not one sorry sap made it back
Some stars are born to glory
some are deadass blazers
until they fade
to space dust
Ima stay right here
watch the stars drip down
dead and alive
into this gorge of Edom
brimming with agony
Set myself up
with my teddy
wait for my star to turn
Horror Sleaze Trash 