I am more interested in unsuccessful personalities
social butterflies—who love their jobs.
don’t mingle with flowers—
they arrange symphonies, instead.
I am interested in the insane
because they have permission to be themselves
It repulses me
humanity, struggling along the freeway, like beetles.
I swing wide
in my truck
going down the center lane.
I get into an argument
with my mother
about God—it’s more of the same.
“Power, is in the will of a Person,” I said.
“If you follow God, He will give you Power.”
“But all I see are powerless people
Where are the supermen?”
My dad walks in.
“God isn’t a vending machine or Santa Clause,” he said.
“How can I move mountains?
I read self-help books and they say to smile more.”
“Be of use to your employer. Make your boss look good. That’s what I did—and I got a raise.”
“I want to do something with my life
that transcends all of this…”
“It’s in a painting
or underneath an automobile
that breaks the sound barrier.
Heck, I don’t know where it is
but I have to discover that
It’s in an Apache Helicopter
or a P-51 Mustang
Things that go fast, know what it is.”