My Friend Thor

When you go back to Texas
take your hammer, your saw, and your drum.
We care what you’ve done.
We’ll never give up on you.
The starlight is leaking through the holes in your ceiling.
The sawdust collecting on your spoons and your bedding.
Your draw is disturbing. Your sex drive, alarming.
The hair on your body would clothe a small a nation.
Your dogs smell like dead things. You work for perfection.
You despise pretension, but you tolerate this.
When we hit the black ice, then Thor saved our lives.
We care who you are. We know what you do.
And you are my star with your hammer, your drum, and your saw.