Jesus walk

holes in

my left

shoe,

wandering

for meaning

on this

Tuesday

smoked

afternoon.


back aching

from the

weight of

loving you.


pickled herring

breath

washed with

beer fills

my mouth

with solace.

my broken

cell phone

lies a couple

of streets

back shattered

unable

to call

anyone

for help.

no one

coming to

my rescue.


send in the

dogs gone

mad,

may

their white

teeth

be swift

and bury deep.

and

clean me

to the

bone.

may they

quench their

thirst

by drinking my

marrow dry,


and at last

get their

fill.

but still

not taste

the blood

of my heart..


ahh you

devoured

that long

ago,


like a

nocturnal

predator

in heat.

like a

beggar

enjoying

her last

morsel of

food.


while

dancing in

the rain...

tonight.