Nothing ever happens in a normal fashion
Burn everything, the note said.
Throw it off the roof.
Donate it all to Red Cross red cans
in five cent donations.
His footprints wore red
the night he left for Mexico
to end it all there where he cries
and serves tequila every Tuesday.
The man had “NO WAY” written on his hand every day it rained.
The man had “OKAY” written on his hand every day it rained.