Hymn

By: Daniel Grigg

 

Thanks be to you, Derealization, for the night

I swallowed hydrocodone & crawled into bed,

 

pissed the bed, for the 6:00 AM gas station

& Ms. Nancy who said, “Breakfast?”

 

to the chocolate pie I put

on the checkout counter.

 

Austin made me coffee in November

& splashed in some cheap bourbon.

 

We drank it together on my blue couch

& it was godawful but hot.

 

Thanks be to you, sweet Tennessee.

You have broken better cherries than I.

 

Mt. Juliet, new world Jerusalem,

I am in your basement back room & your tornado

 

with a nasty movie on the TV,

bareback saint getting crucified on the pool table,

 

this was all happening in the bedroom mirror

& that makes me Jesus Christ.

 

One Southern summer night

my sweet teamsters carried me back,

 

carried me just as I had carried them,

at that time being one of the boys.