Pineapple Squares

give me a minute if i don’t say this now i may never find the courage your life is ed up because of me don’t try to stop me or change my mind with lily-laced words you are good at that, you know but this time just shut up and listen maybe you won’t make the same mistake sometimes i pray you think i pray too much but here is the truth the whole truth and nothing but the stinking brown--filled truth i only pray when i need something i don’t talk to god— when my pockets are green when the whiskey in my glass is gone before the ice is liquid misery when hollow blunts are filled with charley’s cannabis you remember charley the sixty-year-old pot head living in his mother’s garage i don’t talk to god— when I sit up all night eating rum-soaked pineapple squares straight out of the can listening to Marley wail and Joplin cry when life is so fricking good i don’t talk to god don’t look at me like that you didn’t know because i didn’t let anyone know but god knows i don’t talk to him unless i need something on bended knee i cry my…something out when i need something and that is why my son your life is so ed up... because i can’t face god when things are good when pineapple squares soaked in rum is all i need