December 2, 1987


To Emily and to Life




somehow that word has meaning


after the sledge hammer bang

of on-coming traffic


full sized reality

does terrible things

to my little toy


after the close friend of


one hundred

fifty two thousand

two hundred

thirty nine kilometres


is reduced to scrap


God looks after us!

it’s nice to know

when we are operating right

it’s really impressive

when we are kind of stupid


so what

that Emily is dead



for a ton of steel

is foolhardy


I still walk this world

I still praise my God

I rejoice in that


After Emily stopped a Chrysler, shoot!

Emily was my 1984 Chevette coupe.

Here is a picture of the wreckage.