Alone In a Vietnamese Restaruant
Most men are content with being mediocre
they attract mediocre women
and have mediocre children
that score mediocre in school.
They dance at weddings
have a favorite football team
whose jersey they wear around the house on Sunday
they go shopping on Saturday.
Their cars are above mediocre though.
They are proud of their car-
it scored above average in three of five categories
in Car and Driver magazine.
They wax it before they go shopping on Saturday.
I'm not saying I'm any better
because baby I'm not,
I just realize it.
I dress like a blind man
fall asleep at three in the afternoon
I fall in love with women
I've never met,
and miss every woman I've slept with more than once.
When I was 21 I convinced myself I was Jesus
except with the sad blue eyes and song writing skills of Kurt Cobain.
Today, I ate alone in a Vietnamese restaurant
where a baby cried and I watched
the wind blow trash down the sidewalk.
Another time
I fancied myself a genius--
Everything is moved by pistons and rods
a robot bleeds in the parking lot
as the car leaks oils
a river runs through the uterus of a lion
the sun doesn't have a soul mate
the sky really isn't blue it's the color of blood
and the moon is just a pitiful excuse for light.
Some men build bridges
others live under them
and some jump off.
Jesus was good looking because
people wouldn't worship an ugly person.
But now I realize I am nothing more
than a hunted fox,
terrified and cunning
running away
while you believe
every word
I just said.
