All At Once Poem by John Powers

All At Once



All At Once
Saw a creole man
up from down south
with a wide set grin
and the voice of a god
with a menacing cackle
wearing a Tide baseball cap
yeah, real clean
with his big wide grin
and a sooty blue hoodie
ridin the bus to town
he said, in a powerful call
'God of War is loving this'

i let him be and went for shelter
pondering the question
'i really wonder if the small ones
are worth fixing'
took a seat in the lobby
And no one ever forgets their change
from the pop machines
And a pretty little girl is finally noticed
when her shoes squeak from the rain,
past a beatnik reading in
the
math
building
who just saw a retired Santa Claus
press the elevator button
and walk away
keeping faithful that when he returned
it would be there
waiting for him

But there are gunshots being fired
in America's holy land
of churches and Malls
You wanted to be famous,
they did as you asked
and now I remember your name
out of spite
You went out in style all right,
and now you're a burden to every
man, woman and child
who wanted a Merry Christmas

So sick of 'politics as usual'
that's why he's endangered,
he's got a spotlight following him
everywhere he goes
Now the only thing i like about my last name
is the whiskey associated with it
'Gotta be sure that Angel didn't put
anything in your drink'
With all this happening,
can't we just be alone,
happy together in shared sorrow?
Maybe it all is predetermined,
and we've been wasting our lives
chugging through the equation
we already knew....

but then again
the world's been ending for centuries
and Heaven sounds boring

Now there are gunshots being fired
in America's holy land
of churches and malls
You wanted to be famous,
they did as you ask
and now I remember your name
out of spite

'Gotta be sure that Angel
didn't put anything in your drink.'
Where's my whiskey?
And call me Tully!

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