DESTINY.

Destiny

I’ve found that destiny comes on all fours,

Especially at night when the wind moves in

The trees, and the sky is spread like a giant

Bowl above me.  Nothing else matters but hell

And high water.  Some people’s words melt

Like butter on my tongue and I think I know

But I don’t know.   My mother told me never

To gossip about anybody but that doesn’t really

Work, it doesn’t really show anything about

Anyone.  The stress is astronomical.  I know

This guy who recently got his car back and he’s

Been talking about it for months, as if the car

Is the greatest thing alive.  I didn’t think it was.

I thought sex was.  It rolls on the tongue, doesn’t it?
“That’s how we roll,” my friend said late one September

Morning as he and his family were driving down

The street in their Mercedes, watching the children

Come out of their houses and play in the streets,

Watching the dogs lick their crotches.  This is how

We play, this is how we roll, this is how we do

Anything these days, with ease, I’m guessing,

Though I don’t really know anything about that.