embarrassed, a little, to engage a movie
star—but hey, who goes to the shows
these days? i go as far I as the eye can see,
and then i follow the direction He goes
pray tell, my love is looking after me,
addicted, as i am, to social media
and running out of American money
can we head to the hills of Appalachia?
i know you love the town but the town
is a drag—all i see is loneliness in drag;
i don’t want, you crazy man, to let you down
but the taste of your armpit makes me gag,
pepper—a little speck or two, collapsing
my throat; somebody wants to speak
to me—they got confused— “lost” their ring
Any time now—we reach the mountain peak
and that’s when we consider, “come off
it on your butt?" backsliding forever,
down we go—thinking, slowly, he’ll scoff
when he sees that I’m the wench he’d sever
when one of his moods descends upon us
making him, for the most part, a double
crossing friend—rendered, yet, almost famous
talking nonstop of his woman trouble,
my behavior, in retrospect, makes sense
to some—doesn’t change what they are
willing to hate, thinking of His presence
in their gait, wishing quietly on a star
telling a joke as I walk to a bar
a night that will end in violence whether
i can help it or not; thinking I’ll go far
and coming off it, unleash His tether
the right hand side of this equation
Now some might say that ends won’t meet
but don’t I encourage His distraction?
Presidential trash and the love we greet
ensured by the evil that our king permits
no kings, sister now hear this woman scream
out like an idiot—out of my wits
make his name the language I ream
Accept, Ocasio, this offering—I’m the chump
with messy hair, determined to serve
for my fare, going, country man, to the dump
to angle, correctly, around this curve
and chalk it up to water in my well
going to an uncertain existence,
knowing nothing, yet, of His taco hell,
driven, henceforth, to serve my sentence