I
      scrambled
      out
      the
      door,
     
    

    
     
      And
      up
      on
      to
      the
      road,
     
     
      I
      couldn’t
      help
      the
      other
      passengé¢
     
     
      Because
      they
      were
      all
      out
      cold.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      stuck
      out
      my
      thumb,
     
     
      And
      tried
      to
      thumb
      a
      ride.
     
     
      But
      people
      wouldn’t
      stop,
      |
     
     
      |
      So
      my
      face,
      I
      tried
      to
      hide.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      My
      face
      was
      all
      mangled,
     
     
      And
      I
      looked
      like
      Freddie
      Kruger
     
     
      So
      the
      next
      guy
      that
      didn’t
      stop
     
    

    
     
      I
      shot
      with
      my
      Ruger.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ANOTHER
      POEM,
      PART
      IV.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Now
      I
      had
      a
      car,
     
     
      But
      where
      would
      I
      go.
     
     
      This
      was
      one
      of
      ny
      jobs,
     
     
      The
      cops
      would
      surely
      know.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ce
      Cye
     
     
      “ng
      The
      fire
      department
      was
      busy,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      As
      they
      wrapped
      up
      their
      hoses.
     
     
      That’s
      where
      I
      picked
      up
      Joey,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Now
      that
      I
      lost
      the
      cops,
      :
     
     
      He
      was
      going
      to
      see
      Guns
      N’
      Roses.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      had
      to
      go
      away.
     
     
      For
      surely
      they
      would
      find
      nme,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      One
      of
      these
      days.
      Joey
      was
      now
      a
      working
      man.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      He
      even
      had
      his
      own
      office,
     
     
      But
      he
      nearly
      took
      a
      fit,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      So
      I
      packed
      up
      all
      ny
      things,
      When
      I
      told
      him
      he
      was
      now
      my
      accompli
     
    
   
   
    
     
      And
      headed
      for
      the
      bus
      station.
     
     
      It
      was
      time
      for
      nme
      to
      go,
     
     
      On
      a
      little
      vacation.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      He
      said
      “Let
      me
      out,"
     
     
      And
      I
      said
      “No
      way
      man,
     
     
      I
      got
      settled
      in,
      Just
      shut
      up
      and
      listen,
     
    

    
     
      On
      the
      409
      here’s
      my
      plan.”
     
    
   
   
    
     
      fs
      she
      pulled
      out
      of
      the
      station,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      And
      headed
      down
      the
      line.
      “First
      we
      leave
      the
      country,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ‘
      maybe
      goto
      Rome.”
     
     
      And
      then
      we'll
      get
      some
      women,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      r
     
     
      After
      an
      hour,
      to
      clean
      up
      our
      new
      home.”
     
    
   
   
    
     
      We
      were
      faced
      with
      an
      ordeal.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      driver
      dropped
      dead,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      So
      anywa
      d
     
     
      And
      I
      had
      to
      take
      th
      heel.
      yway
      we
      moved,
     
     
      z
      Bet
      Gar
      Se
      And
      started
      a
      new
      life.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      But
      now
      me
      and
      Joe,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      1a
      -t
      th
      3
      1
     
     
      sal
      Oo
      e
      passengers
      Had
      each
      nine
      kids
      and
      a
      wife.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      “In
      me
      you
      can
      confide’,
     
     
      “Now
      hang
      on
      you
      idiots,
     
     
      We’re
      going
      for
      a
      ride.”
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      tramped
      on
      the
      gas,
      .
     
     
      And
      boy
      did
      she
      burn,
      Aa
     
     
      But
      I
      really
      should
      have
      slowed
      down,
      hed
     
    
   
   
    
     
      For
      that
      hairpin
      turn.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      bus
      tipped
      over
      a
     
    
   
   
    
     
      And
      scraped
      along
      the
      ground,
     
     
      Then
      it
      smashed
      into
      a
      village,
     
     
      And
      burned
      two
      houses
      down.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      UPEI
      X-P
      RESS
      “October
      31,
      1991