Pineapple Squares
give me a minute
if i don’t say this now
i may never find the courage
your life is ed up because of me
don’t try to stop me
or change my mind with lily-laced words
you are good at that, you know
but this time
just shut up and listen
maybe you won’t make the same mistake
sometimes i pray
you think i pray too much
but here is the truth
the whole truth
and nothing
but the stinking brown--filled truth
i only pray when i need something
i don’t talk to god—
when my pockets are green
when the whiskey in my glass is gone
before the ice is liquid misery
when hollow blunts are filled with charley’s cannabis
you remember charley
the sixty-year-old pot head living in his mother’s garage
i don’t talk to god—
when I sit up all night
eating rum-soaked pineapple squares
straight out of the can
listening to Marley wail and Joplin cry
when life is so fricking good
i don’t talk to god
don’t look at me like that you didn’t know because i didn’t let anyone know but god knows i don’t talk to him unless i need something on bended knee i cry my…something out
when i need something and that is why my son
your life is so ed up...
because i can’t face god
when things are good
when pineapple squares
soaked in rum
is all i need
Copyright © Jim Hirtle | Year Posted 2022
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