on the dole if the dole would exist, and it should, nobody should be homeless; society should be measured by those we rehabilitate; and the lot, of course, that we leave behind. talk now, to me, and you will see that you’re sweet, sweet love went on a bender because of me - slept with half the town good for her, yo!
“don’t expect our love, dear friend, to fall apart.” and why would it, O great chieftain in the sky? Master of the bluest light? but dark eyes abound, did i get that right? speaking in a corner, off to myself, screwing a banana i plucked off the shelf—where, o where, is my one true love?
riff-raff cutting through my yard the gate is locked, the world is at large; i see you don’t i, impregnating the yard the fatty knight lives here - i don’t call him my friend; he is dream-brother “love me a little differently than you loved him,” dense as James Joyce - now let me in!
A little spotty when she comes to me
(as if she doesn’t ever wash her pants)
just my socks, if the Caesarian must be;
the woods, in my book, stave off my rants,
going for the gold, give the gods a chance
Olympian doubt-fire, He is the eagle,
he winds us up—he doesn’t cast a glance,
I’ve been eating, of late, until I’m full,
a super-charged bowel movement passed
this way, and I thought to myself, today
is the beginning of the life I amassed
when, in a moment of joy (won’t you stay?)
i hit rock bottom and began to pray:
“i can’t pay my health insurance, or buy
a house”—over forty, love and delay,
hurry up, my darling, hear His cry