Fallout (Crank 3)

Yes, I can. Suddenly, something

flies by my face, barely clearing

my cheek before crashing into the wall.

“What the …?” I retrieve the now

useless thing, formerly my Wii controller.

Donald thumps up the stairs,

into his (my) room, slams the door.

Dad follows, and all of a sudden

a whole flock of women appears,

clucking like hens. We can all hear

Dad ask calmly, Please let me in.

Just another day (holiday) in

paradise, huh? Still holding most

of my beer, I go to join Jake,

cheer for no team in particular.

&n

bsp; Upstairs, Dad’s plea becomes

a demand. Open this damn door!

In the hallway, the hens are

still clucking away. And …

“Hey,” I yell. “Is something

burning?” Cluck-cluck-cluck. Bwoik!

I’m thinking a serious buzz

is in order. Beer will not do.

WHAT MAY DO

Is the pill potpourri

still in my pocket.

Who knows what

they might really do, if anything. I reach

for possible Nirvana,