Mud Ridin’

one of my best friends is a
’79 chevy pick-up truck
simple and silver
rusty and rugged
I call her Mattie

I like to drive Mattie
on the muddy trails
behind the old mansion
where I plow through the muck
and cover her with life

together we triumph over
hills of anxiety and affliction
until we reach the monster pit
at the end of all the
meandering paths

she lands with a chunky splash
and splatters wet earth
like a redneck mud-bomb

then we emerge from
the bemired abyss
caked with a layer of dark red ooze

and I realize that I am as clean
as I will ever be