John-Ward Leighton

LET’S DANCE

I know there must be a god
he/she/it talks to me
through the headphones on my iPod.
And when I’m bad and loaded with sin
and acting like a lout
that when my batteries give out.
I’m not loaded on booze or horse or crack
I just worship OS X and iTunes
on my old eMac.
Now I’m feeling ill
and cough and hack
and wait for answers
to come from my iPod or eMac.
My stomach is bloated
and for some small part
would give a dollar to the cause
Photo ©Copyright by John-Ward Leightonjust to have one good fart.
I groan
and should be careful what I wish for
because sometimes when you want less
you get more.
One way out
by the Allman Brothers
on the old sound track
that boy Greg got himself killed on a motorcycle
and won’t be back no more.
And if
god is truly great
I hope he saw the light
before it
was too late.
There I was blessed by god
I sneezed and expelled the demon gas
and now have to clean my monitor
and change my shorts
‘cause I just blew it out my ass.
The winter sun skids
around on the Southern horizon
and hardly seems to be here before
it is gone.
My throat feels like a sheet
of double “o” sandpaper
and tomorrow returns the rain and sleet.
So good-bye from here old Sod
I’m going to retire to my bed
and listen for messages from my god
or poems from Leonard Cohen
on my old iPod.