Deer Hunting

I am involved

With what

But the butt end

Of cigarettes

Of jokes

And cheap perfume

I presume

And re-fumigate rooms

For the roaches

Midnight always approaches

Like headlights

I feel striking deers

Are the thuds

That my heels make

When aching up my back

This smoking’s going to

Give me a heart attack

...Or cancer…

For now I’m leaving

To chance that simple fact

And so long

As my headlights stay on

And I flash my brights often

I’m sure

I’ll hit something good

One of these days

One of these days

The thud leaves me amazed.