Once Upon A Time In The West

Race Mahaffey

I don't smoke.
It still smells like smoke
In my pickup truck.
 
Deadbeat dad, uh huh.
 
It's going to be rough.
Maybe I'll stop and work
A little while in Ohio.
 
They're going to kick my butt.
 
Well,
I feel
Nothing.
 
God is definitely female.
 
Okay,
Hello, kids, it's dad, here, (don't let them
Get too hard on themselves, right away, because
They haven't seen me).
 
Pickup truck.
I'm leaving here, Seattle.
 
I hope I don't hit another, suicidal
Damned deer
In Montana. You can't
Do anything, around midnight, the poor
Creature turning with dilated pupils, can't shoot
Can't even do anything with a hammer.
 
Even if you stopped, you cannot step
Without causing even more sorrow and danger.
 
Calculus,
Continuous and discreet variables.
 
Them's the breaks.
There's just too many of us.
 
It's almost Christmas,
And, I have to admit, the ex
Wife looks interesting to me, more.
 
She blinked.
I had the moment I expected,
And then I was gone.
Same old story.
 
 
  • Author: Race Mahaffey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 29th, 2022 19:04
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