One Beer later

I can hear you listening
to the television man who guides
your every thought
I hock a loogie for Jesus
I'm thinking quiet, & laugh aloud
at every thought

I can watch you watching
the colors of the Christmas lights
your mouth wide open
I wipe your face, and your ass
so you can remain presentable to you
your mouth wide open

You're not a burden, as you say
your brain is working when your
form is all but a shell
Fuck them when they stare at you
I know perhaps you'd like that too
I still know you well

(dedicated to the New Years Eve car crash, 1983)

Cabco