Real Men love Jesus
Jesus loves the Beatles
cold beer at the nursing home
fish shaped turds fumbled carelessly
on the fifty yard line
pass-out pantomime of a doorknob pulling a tooth
pockets filled with Vicodin & antibiotics of many colors
and a casket that floats even
when the waters are rough and the sky bleeds mud.
Ghosts of the summer heat
Peel up off the black pavement
Eastern Montana country roads where the gophers
are pressed flat and still in love with the sky.
Everything is bigger when seen through a mirage
and of course the Lord has his fist full of silver
ready to pay all debts to the whores and lenders
And take out a hit on the Easter Bunny
Lose the fight but win the war
How many calories
are in a bite of Jesus anyway?
If the sinners get any fatter
The moon will wink and water
like the gouged out eye of a whiskey soaked saint
Praise the Lord and pass the red paint
STEVE SIBRA grew up in the 1960s on a farm in Eastern Montana, near a town of less than one thousand people. His best friend from high school is now a United States Senator and one of his other childhood friends is a founding member of one of the biggest rock bands in the world. Steve sells comic books in Seattle and writes poems and stories. His work has appeared in Shattered Wig Review, NRG, Hollow, Crab Fat Magazine, Jawline Review, Jersey Devil Press and others.