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 Sep 2011
Tag Williams
Calling all my angels,
all my supernatural friends.
cuz, I lost my ******* car keys, again.
I probably should quit drinkin' until 2am
but you know when I get going
it's a little hard to end,
but if you help me find them,
I'll get down on my knees and
swear I'll never drink again.
I'm calling all my angels,
all my supernatural friends.
I really hate to bother you
with such a trivial pursuit
but, the car keys still elude me
and I've looked high and low.
I've checked my laundry basket
and went through all my clothes
stuck my hand inside the sofa
found a a dollar fifty seven
and an old remote control
'oh so that's where it went'
Now I'm calling all my angels,
all my supernatural friends
just to give my thanks for
leavin' them under the toilet,
When was I in there?

So has anybody seen my wallet?
 Sep 2011
Joe Thompson
I wonder does she know
that they live with us -
all my other selves -
over on the stairway is the me that went totally insane
five years ago during the great stress
while I had to keep it together for my family.
He is looking quite relaxed today.
On the sofa is the me that quit his job
to write poetry and become involved in the theater.
( I am surprised he is here - he should be in New York)
Over there is the me that told everyone to *******
and leave me alone.
On the second floor, looking out the bedroom window,
is the me that actually went to find
my birth father and tell him he was a **** for leaving my mother and me.
He is chatting with the me that sent his manuscript out to more than three agents before giving up.
The me that has worked out diligently for the last 30 years, playing football and basketball and soccer is over - no I’m making him up. He doesn’t exist.
They crowd every inch of every room
and more than a few hang from the ceiling
and now all her other selves are moving in as well.

I suppose that’s married life for you.
 Sep 2011
Joe Thompson
Being disorganized and somewhat distracted
I seem to have misplaced the map that the universe provided at my birth.
You know the one:
it shows your perfect path through this lifetime-
so you can be at exactly the right place at exactly the right time
and use the talents and intelligences that the universe let you borrow
to achieve great and wonderful things.

It would be so nice to know that I was on the right path,
instead of guessing and hoping and straining to hear the angels
that I imagine are hoarse and frustrated from screaming:
Not that way!! The other way!!
or
Where the hell are you going?

— The End —