BOAT-LOAD OF NERVE

 

5 years…

roll up the window

outta smokes

driving down a familiar road

glass of bourbon tucked

against my nuts

splashing like ice-water chastity

on every turn.

of course

you shouldn’t drink and drive

or fuck over a friend

or starve a love to death

and then whine about the funeral arrangements.

fuck, there’s a cop

stinking pig

he blows by

off to bust some kids for smoking grass

or screwing in back-seats

while i swerve along

endangering the general public

guilty of burying good love

for fear

and the incessant need

to create tragedy

when life doesn’t

hurt enough.

J. Fisher lives and works in downtown calgary. His first two collections are available on Frontenac House and he continues to be published in trade 'zines, journals and e-mags all over N. America and Europe.

Dance to Death, Issue VII

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