Scott Laudati
Two poems
Driving To Thom Young’s House I heard there were no gun laws in Texas so I rented a Taurus and drove to Thom Young’s house, running over prairie dogs and singing the new Blake Shelton Christmas song. And when I got there I bought a rifle and some nightcrawlers and we fished in a puddle behind the Allsup’s. But the fish didn’t want any worms and on the drive back Thom said Led Zeppelin wouldn't make it today.