Memorial Day, 2011

I think Jesus knows I’m nuts

so why would he arraign me

in front of all those saints on high

so sane they’ll never see me

skipping down the road  at dawn

and not a soul behind me.

Funnel clouds may tear through hell

but not the ones inside me.

They come and go all on their own

as if  they can’t abide me.

Today they’re off to New Orleans

so batten down the hatches.

When they return they’ll churn again

whirligigs inside me.

Yet every day when I get up

I know this much for certain:

I think Jesus knows I’m nuts

so why would he arraign me?

— Donal Mahoney