Standing In the Road

Sunday morning in a robe
walking to the road
for the paper
news and weather
sales are getting
slow. 

Jesus needs
to come down here
and help us deal with this.

We be having
problems
finding pinecones
and some beer. 

Pinecones help
remove the things
swimming
in the blood. 

Beer takes care
of anything
conifers
can't start.     

Standing in the road
flapping in the wind
I recognize the
wizened eyes
of grandma
in her den. 

Peering out the porch
at me.  Wonder how
much she sees
hope her 45
is holstered somewhere
far away. 

Happiness is
having nothing
waiting in the rain

no umbrella
just some fella
texting you
to stand

on one leg
with your mouth open
looking up
to see 

chemtrails floating
breakfast coming
down between

my lips and gums
surely helping me

remember
where's the
freaking door 

although just standing
here is fine
waiting
for some help

to buy some eggs
10 pinecones per
we have a mobile store

our neighborhood
is everything 
beware the pit bulls though
at night the sounds
will give you fright
it's better
stay indoors.