Backseat Angel

a poem

Photo by David Vieira

tell me why you only wear one shoe
it’s good luck apparently
also makes you hobble like a goblin

i could eat spaghetti hair all day
if it means i get to commune with you my love
we clink our glasses to the sound of merry men
making the gods cry

we are so stupid
we are careless human beings
and they all come marching in
and we forget our heads (or they exploded)

in heaven
all the cars are full of angels
piled into Chevrolets
and they sing songs
to soothe the world
because all humans are babies
forever dumb and waiting for something to happen