And my kids
You never know
What could happened to
Your love one
Or anybody.
I got to make sure
I have enough to
Pay are bills
This Cov-19 is not a
Joke.
The numbers are going up.
Not going to depend on
A man.

He works in a toll booth taking cash
and lifts a gate to let you pass.
God's a librarian lending knowledge.
He's president of an Ivy League college.
He sells pieces of heaven on corners to smoke.
She rents herself out for a rub and a stroke.
He makes us in his image like a toy maker.
He wakes at 3am so he can be a bread baker.
God works nights hosing down a slaughter house.
Nobody believes in him. He's in our madhouse
cleaning toilets and mopping puke and ****.
He rolls heaven in a joint and takes a hit.

We broke our world and
we live feral in nuclear
winter with ghosts of
memories that won't
leave us alone. We taste
our lover's honey and
our children's laughter.
I want death to join you.

I start each day
waiting for it to end.

I don't know who she is
but she turns me on.
I love this siren calling me
from rocky shores to
this brave Ulysses
dancing more naked
than my eyes can stand.
She rises from the sea
upon a giant shell. I swim
to her light and my grave.