Jim Yoshii Pile-up Before I Left After I Got Back
I squint at the clouds
and wait for the next bus.
If I had a dime, ok maybe a quarter
for every awful thought
I’d buy us a house
somewhere in the South
I’d tell off your boss
maybe get you fired
We’d never look back.
I’ve never felt better;
you’ve never felt worse.
Well, so what?
I never feel better,
you never feel bad.
Well, so what?
It’s stronger than girls;
it’s colder than boys;
it’s queerer than you and I combined.
It’s crueler than death
and colder than life.
It’s meaner than us.
It’s gay like Dad;
It’s torturing Mom,
Forgotten like both.
It’s judgements that stick.
It’s doctors who kill.
It’s patterns that won’t repeat again.
