Towed Home

On my way home with Larry the tow man,

He told me the way to be on the highway

Is to hold a slight grin and see the laughter

In a man beeping at you to go faster. 

I laughed because he had a point, but

It wasn’t his beat-up car getting towed away.

The rent is overdue and I can hardly buy food.

My dysfunction has lost its amusement.

“In a year you’ll forget this happened”, Larry said

As I stared blankly into the endless cornfield 

“I remember once thinking a drought would never end…

but life always finds a way to start again..” 

I nodded to be polite and thought of my life. 

Sometimes my utilities bills overdraft me

And when it’s late at night, I scour for porn -

My dick grows, but my violin lay alone. 

And this drought  has been going on so long…

I wonder if there is milk & honey left anywhere.

Or just a series of increasingly difficult chores 

Until I’m sent back to the land of nevermore? 

Silence filled the rest of the trip back.

Larry had a lot of wisdom I suspected -

I wonder if he was just grown in good soil

Whereas my seed laid with the rocks and turmoil.