Marty And Earl

My next door neighbors
Served in the White House
For thirty years
As dope smoking
Fundamentalist
Christian chefs and they
Are closer to politics
God
Obesity and burnout
Than I ever need to be
But they do lead
A magical existence
Preaching the good word
Between knife hits
And barbeques

They still dream about
Motor homes and fishing holes
While I search for my cabin
On the shore of a
High mountain lake

The only difference
Is our definition of spirituality
And thirty years
Of forgotten smoke rings