Not to Mention the Check Engine Light

On hold with Cretin Amoco,

standing on the cold cold floor.
Thanks for giving us this opportunity to serve you!

There’s some kind of zydeco

muzak in my ear—
on hold with Cretin Amoco.

How often does my life slow
down to a crawl like this, so that the call of desire
is drowned in another’s opportunity to serve you?—

like standing bleeding from a hard blow
to the face, no clue what kind of insurance is required,
or where in the world I’ll be able to go

from here. No one cares that I’m a sensitive soul,
and I’m grieving, and my heart is sore.
They only want to seize this opportunity to serve you—

leastways by looking at my old
Subaru, with it’s trunk door
rusted shut and all—on hold with Cretin Amoco.
Thanks for giving us this opportunity to serve you!