Mid-life Chrysler

Already faded

four nights of destruction

brain cells torn back

from the hours and faces

all the fucking plastic bullshit

burns from ash to air

sitting here waiting

skull on fire

bones in flames

blood racing for more damage

while the whiskey barely

scratches the surface

the mid-life Chrysler

waiting in the driveway

the fucking smell of burnt dirt

and lack of love

lack of grace

all of it waits

in the shit-high desert

but also there

my angel dogs wait

for their dad

them without the need

to see the bay and salt water

the barely legal pussy

bouncing by the rearview

showing everything

them home asleep on my bed

without the need for travel

or Europe or American coasts

or anything under their belts except

a warm, familiar touch

a kiss below their eyes

a walk around the block

unaware of the deficiencies

of today

I sit here drunk

and faded

texting onto

an app I thought of

regardless

of any and all bullshit

this baby came from me

and while I'm not needing

or wanting response or praise

I want to say that it was supposed

to be so much more

and it just might get there

solely because of you

dear writers

and only because of you

and before my ass gets

lifted and propelled

36 thousand feet skyward

across three hours down

to the house

in case the flight goes

down in flames

I want to let you

know that I love

each and every one

of you crazy

motherfuckers

and to thank you

from the depths of

my heart

for being

here

and

tattooing

the arms

of

my

motherless

child.