Saturday, September 01, 2007

Nobody is Coming

The pinot noir tastes like apple juice
and the table is corrugated cardboard.
It took me over 20 years to realize
that the sun sets later in the north
than in Mexico.
Here, the men cry over IED massacres
and episodes in which they were forced
to pry a screaming 5 year old
from the arm of a schizophrenic
wielding a butcher knife.
Peroxide prudes wonder
why their legs were forced apart
and they lost $600 on an abortion.
The most important virtue is courage
because the battle is real.
You can drift by and be happy,
but the real joy comes in
serving the greater good.

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