soft grumbles

Wash the car and make it rain
lather with soap to shine and clean
drive away this homing pain

Gathered mud this car has gained
filth on arid land can only mean
wash the car and make it rain

Besot in drunken rage I train
this once pure heart that's now unclean
drive away this homing pain

rust and soot on engine valves have lain
for years it must have been
wash the car and make it rain

If only like my car with water drain
impurities running in my veins
drive away this homing pain

Should an old man's bod be so plain
like a vehicle that can be preened
wash the car and make it rain
drive away this homing pain

There he sits quietly
amid the whirring blades
of an old electric fan
whining uncontrollably
for a day's hard work.

With his hands in his pocket,
he waits impatiently for her.
His gray, thinning hair shows
the weight of the years. Too many
battles fought, too many women
lured to do as he pleased.

But tonight is different.

He had to seek help.
His chemically-induced member
is veed to stand in attention
just to perform a task
he used to do a lot before.

And he waits and he waits…

He waits until he has decided
she is not coming anymore
and all that is left is an imagination
as fertile as when he was a young boy
full of hope and anticipation.

He reaches for the earth
to get a taste of heaven.