the missionary who rang my doorbell
this morning
looked like a normal person
but then he started talking
he's only a small part
of the greater insanity:
the slasher movies
the homeless
the troops fighting overseas
for who knows what
growing up in America
in the 80s
watching family sitcoms
and Angel Heart
it's a wonder I can think at all
maybe that's why I'm unemployed
and listen to punk rock
maybe that's why I'm writing this poem.
