poem of the day 10.03.12

jesus hats

jesus hats

wears a black hat

that says jesus is lord

i call her jesus hats

but have no clue

why i pluralize it

for dramatic effect

for my own amusement

but jesus hats and i

are on the bus together most days

the after work bus

the one where the russian women

shout into their cell phones

jesus hats plays sodoku

and sighs at the russians

while i read fred voss poems

wondering how he does it on each page

anticipate my first scotch of the night

and think about killing

all of the russian women on the bus

i never see jesus hats

read the bible on the bus

my guess is that the hat is enough advertisement

that way there’s no overkill

jesus hats wears her jesus is lord hat

like i wear my pittsburgh steelers hat

and to an extent

i can acknowledge that we have different gods

other than that she seems pretty normal

she works at staples

and wears green and black converse all-stars

that are pretty trendy in all honesty

but i can’t help being annoyed

at jesus hats sometimes

because she’s so quiet yet direct in her reverence

some evenings i want to saddle up next to her

i want to take that sodoku book

and toss it on the piss stained floor of the bus

look into her huge glasses and blue eyes

and say level with me, jesus hats

do you really believe in all of that ethereal bullshit

what with the recession

and the famine

domestic violence

global warming

and the wars that are raging?

don’t you see what i see?

but i know i won’t do that

people aren’t built to speak to each other that way

unless hidden behind a computer screen

the only thing i’ll do is keep taking this evening bus

for as long as the job will have me

and jesus hats will play her sodoku

with the dedication of a saint

and i’ll daydream going home to whisky and beer

she’ll have her god and i’ll have mine

and the russian women will continue to shout

into their phones

and we’ll all pray

for something as simple as a moment’s silence