The Accident

Duct tape can fix anything.
Windows, headlamps, broken hearts.
My truck shuddered to a stop.
Bluegrass blaring as the red light
Turns green. I peal out,
World weary tires screaming to be gentler.

Ten, then Fifteen, then Twenty,
And my tires continue to peal
The rear end of the truck,
As in response to the hand of God
Dutifully smashed me headlong
Into the careless face
Of a concrete sentinel,
Unshaken by the blow.

BAM! Went the truck
SMASH! Went my Face
Into the steering wheel.
Looking into the mirror revealed
My nose missing?
Or just playfully held
In the fingers of God?

I wait in the cold for the
Tow truck to arrive,
Huge and foreboding,
A mobile fortress
Ruled by a disgruntled father
Separated by me from family
On Christmas.

I got my nose back
It was just covered in lipstick
Might as well be Rudolph
Leading the way home,
My disheveled truck, piled there
Like a giant, shitty sack of toys.

It was three days and three nights
My truck lay there, my uncle,
Like a necromancer, wove some spell.
Now my truck drives in a straight line.
I wonder how much duct tape that took?