Sometimes when i pray, i cross my fingers.

There's a little black road
on your way to Heaven
with a little white sigh that says,
"Turn back if you don't plan on forgetting."
and a little brown woman
with a big, bursting heart
and a half a head of
grey and white
with thin fingers
thin limbs,
she smiles (toothless)
and a fat, greasy white
maggot
the size of your fist
parts her lips and
falls (splat) on the ground at your feet.
"Baby?"
tears in her eyes
"Baby?"
and all of a sudden, you're
laying your dinner on the road
(shrimp fajitas con
the works) because
now she's got the maggot
dripping. no, oozing in her fingers
and she's eating it.
she's putting it back in.
Ohh, God, she is.
and after she's done,
the brown woman with her thinning hair
you can't help but ask,
"Grandmother?"
and she looks right through you,
licking her lips,
moaning to the beat of
Pour Some Sugar on Me
"Grandmother, are you-
are you okay
here?
Heaven?"
but the word sounds so
out of place.
"No," she whispers with her eyes
closed.
and suddenly she looks ancient
"No, baby,
this ain't Heaven.
I learnt soon as i passed that
eternity is what you
believe, darlin'. it's
gotta be that.
i won't no believer or
nothin', ain't had no ten percent for the
plate, so i'm here."
and the air around you feels like
water,
like you're swimming in this big ocean of bullshit
but far away
on top of this mountain far away,
there's a bunch of doped up ten percenters
playing harps with Paul
and giving Jesus lap dances, and you
wonder it it's true.
if what she says..
then the road is gone
and you're laying in a hard bed with your
laptop playing some Coldplay
and you sneeze twenty times in a row
and you want to go back to sleep, but
there's a big a** light outside,
some sign for a bar
(everything's big in Texas)
and just like that,
you're dreaming again..

Dedicated to; Amarillo, Texas.