There ain't real salary, wages, or full time
only disgruntled currency and
spoiled company that left the
milk out after breakfast while flashing

Nike sneakers, Motorola phones, burying
a forgotten geometric axiom, bestowed
with several hammers, in the
place where angels fall from trees

when you shake up their limbs ,
threaten to pull their hair. Sleeping used
to be a victim-less crime until I left
you swinging all by your lonesome

even when dad was shaking me awake
at two after two. Noon. I
was up, down, in and backed out sideways
through a diagonal cave that

was flooded by Europeans
who lost their leather shoes
trying to find Truth by
shutting themselves inside out

Even if God turns out to
be dead or under a trance
because he found his true love
wearing ***** pants, folded backwards

and frayed at the shins, while
she's got holes on inside her
thighs and the final schema,
parallel to the referee

signalling for the bell that's
situated behind environmentally
friendly nuclear bombs that
Bin Laden used to get at a discounted

price and sold them to America
marked up 3 fold.  They'll burn medicinal
plants besides the **** in your
backyard and feed us cancer while

selling us over-priced tickets to
watch over-paid men play with
***** while those on wall street
pull out their carving knives

on the turkey that was too dried
out that upon entry it burst
into a double helix of poisonous
rat-tails that fell off Zeus when they

shattered his lightening in the sand
and opened the glass to the forbidden
triangle of the man with *****, soiled
wrinkled hands, placing his spine out for all to see