Man to Man by Sadie McCarney
You can smell the great
acid rock problem from here:
smoke and shit, yes, and first-
stall action, but algo más:
all reason stinks of heaven.
God’s a stalled builder of good
roads, a worker, but he’s got
this boss with a bullshit
addiction and you and me
don’t got the balls for a thing.
In the first stall, Natalie smells of sex.
The walls, scratched with wit
and moron advertisements,
are still here and I’ve still got
one bad intention. So let me
be loved. Got 3 grams of weed,
but I’m not God. We’re both man
hoes on a brewer-drunk day.
That’s why the weedy roads
here aren’t paved and why we say
acid rock’s a real good think.
In the first stall, Natalie stinks of sex.
But God let her stink, and Kenny
Rogers holds off for the big, black
burp of acid-rock real. I love nothing
but these here drunks, the shithouse
Picassos work so hard at heaven.