I sat on God’s face
and he did not move.
My **** seeped
into His mouth
and it bit like a sharp
silver fork under the tongue.
Dire seasoned saliva.

His eyelashes like
golden kings.
A thousand horses ****
as one out
from His nostrils.

Naked I am a gnat
on the white of His eye.
These demons are thoughts
that are hidden and
pull from below
with sweaty
child-like hands.

If I could forget
as far back as life began
where God was God
Heaven was nowhere
and there was nothing
undone.

John Keats
John Keats
John
Please put your scarf on.

The front page news hit home!

Thirteen dead in a gambling pen...

A dead bell hounds those

rain soaked back streets

bullits smash soot blind windows

and the smell of blood makes you sick...

White light of the camera eye

spinning red  globes

An attendant shacks his head"How do you rationalize this mess"

"Just bag up the rest"

A child whimpers.

"Hush, Little flower,

it is just death's long shadow

way down in Chinatown."

The engines never stop,
and the cranes don't stop swaying.
Day in, day out. Day in, day out.
This city doesn't sleep much,
but when it does,
I never do.

Blue cranes off in the distance,
and a naval fleet at the ready.
College kids are off at the bars
and the naval officers of just one bar,
they sleep, hoping for orders.

The rhythm of the night is set by the trains.
Click, clack. Click, clack.
And the whistle cuts through the empty streets.

The lights of the harbor
bleed into the water.
All the way to my shores,
though they are totally foreign.

i've noticed
you're not nearly as loud
at night as you are
in the morning

i've heard you
bus breaks yawn my name
from the back of your throat

hiss a good morning
through your shoreline lips
and hum the tune
of the downtown commute

all before 6 am