Half pint of Jack Daniels and diet coke.
Piece de resistance and a half a smoke.
Going to heaven or going to hell.
Is that brimstone, what’s that smell?
Weather is muggy with a little rain,
sitting in underwear, a little sane.
Lucidity appears in insipid trail.
Got a pill for that, came in the mail.
Silence is golden but tonight it’s grey.
Don’t know if it’s to God or Satan I pray.
Sitting in an armchair, playing a game.
Can God curse when he’s to blame?
11/14/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem