Someone I know Had a Motorcycle Crash

It's a motorcycle crash.
It's dark, it's fall, I'm going home
It's out in Illnois, in the countryside
No one could have known
That a deer would come out from the side
and try to cross the road
In an instant blood and no time to scream
Skidding for a few hundred yards
Like a horrible dream

But it's real, my skin is torn off
All down my right side
Through the leather ripped like cloth
It was my last ride

Smoldering engine, tires burning,
my blood mixed with the dead animal's
We wait in silence, quietly yearning
for someone to find us

It takes time. I lose consciousness
I wake up in a hospital
I don't know who I am
I don't know who my wife is
I don't know who my child is
And we all have a long road ahead of us.

My Last Meal

I'm feeling a tad bit worse
More than just a little sick
Root around inside your purse
Find something to help me quick

There isn't time, there isn't hope
I won't be fine, the answer's no
Say goodbye, I have to go
Exactly why, I'll never know

I'm thinking that it was the burger
Cooked to order, medium rare
Death and my stomach have made a merger
And no one really seems to care

I ate it boys, it's not your fault
I've lost my voice, finish your malt
Enemies rejoice, at end result
Not my first choice, this gut assault

Tell the family when you get home
That I am sorry for their hearts I broke
My dying words come in a groan
'Well, at least I didn't choke'

What Do You Keep in The Garage?

That's not a car, it's a mirage,
Made by the sun,
Hitting that pile of garbage,
No, it's not so fun,
To drive this old Dodge,
It sort of fills me with regret,
Despite the compliments I get
In a constant barrage,
From the fellas,
at the lodge.

A Poem On Women

It is the ninth hour in the evening.
The town is quiet, the earth is breathing.
I cannot be sure, I cannot trust
That a woman can be fair and just.
So as I await the peace of slumber
I hear the sound of distant thunder.
It may bring rain, or a storm,
But she, a more uncertain form
Is in the corner waiting silent.
I'm trying to follow where her eyes went.
Is she dead? Is she alive?
Is there anyway that I'll survive?
Two thoughts find rest inside my head,
And turn my light from green to red.
A woman cannot be understood.
A woman cannot be wholly good.