Damian Rucci
I can’t believe
what you told me tonight
that we came out here
to clean up and see the sun
for once, but its two am
naked on a three-day bender
sniffing speed off of Crowley books
as if railing powdered magic can save us
as if we were born for this
as if the sins of our fathers
painted yellow brick roads to addiction
there’s always someone on our front porch
either our junkie neighbor or a savior
you know I’m only letting one of them in
Jesus can wait, the devil isn’t known to be patient
the monsters get you in your dreams
and that’s why I never go to sleep
stay up with me baby, one more night
Jesus will be there in the morning
the outside will be there in the morning
the world can wait for us, don’t worry
my horoscopes are highways
to oblivion so save the Hallmark cards for
a soul worth saving
can you give me a minute,
someone’s knocking on the door
Damian Rucci is the author of five chapbooks of poetry and the unofficial poet laureate of every 711 in New Jersey. His work has recently appeared on gas station bathroom walls across the Midwest. He is the founder of the Poetry in the Port reading series and has his high school band’s name tattooed on his forearm. He can be reached at damian.rucci@gmail.com or on Twitter at @damianrucci