because it's so broad.
The women I date tell
me they were crazy in college.
Ted Bundy and the Son of Sam
on A&E features are
called insane and homicidal
and, of course, crazy.
The black ladies at work tell me once a week
"T.J., you so crazy!"
Yes, I've been crazy.
When I was small,
it was from my father's eyes and voice
like hot grease popping on the skin.
Then in my pleadings with God Almighty,
to make my mind sprint more quickly
to physics and calculus and thermodynamics
so I could get the 'A' and the little high.
I've been crazy in a paper mill
from Yankee bosses
with buck teeth and no chin
and from fat assed stock prep helpers
who only want to fight.
I've been crazy from the
far gone women of my life
and all their fornications
with professors and preacher's sons,
sailors in hotels in Pensacola
doctors in Red Cross tents
after a hurricane.
I've ridden on beachside roads
on pretty days
while screaming at my windshield
until blood sprayed
onto the steering wheel.
But on this
particular afternoon in September
I'm enjoying a muffuletta and bottled Dr. Pepper,
tracking down Goo Goo Dolls tickets
for me and my only two friends.
It could very well be
the first sane moment of my life.
Only took me 32 years to see it.
That's not bad, I'd say.
Bay St. Louis, MS - 9/23/10