another long-awaited update
i'm not too good at keeping journals, real or otherwise. again, i don't have much to post, so, following in alex's footsteps, i'll put some poetry here to fill up some space. enjoy.
Deliverance
I’m not making this up
--they bolt through
traffic all year long--
"G.O.D." plastered in black
on their fronts, sides, backs,
--letters split by periods
big as angry fists--
on rigs roaring all over town, for
Guaranteed Overnight Delivery
Six to eighteen wheelers
--Volvo engines,
Goodwrench brakes--
dispatched across the East Coast’s
gritty roads and city grids
--loading kayaks, anoraks,
porn or petunias--
kept track of on G.O.D.'s ledger for:
Overnight Delivery--guaranteed.
Why didn't I think of it before
--it's been in my face
all this time for Christ's sake--
their 800 number the one to call:
no more shrinks, no novenas
--rosaries clicking
like phones hanging up--
I'll call them for a date with
Guaranteed Overnight Delivery's
roving rep, show him my load
--how it piles, weighs,
chokes up my days--
sign a contract, swear I'll pay
overtime, taxes, tonnage and tips
--anything you
charge, sir, is OK--
I'll pay. But take it away:
Deliver me. Overnight. Guarantee it