just a man
drag off a cigarette smirk
a walking shell game
snake in a can
so backwards in life
one questions
reports of his death
yet
he would crookedly smile
calling it
legend
just a man
drag off a cigarette smirk
a walking shell game
snake in a can
so backwards in life
one questions
reports of his death
yet
he would crookedly smile
calling it
legend
you can’t get from her desert south west to kentucky
the archway of plenary indulgence is not her path
demons choked on fear and comeuppance lose their way
oh ye of little faith
was there ever any doubt
Jesus was from Elyria
that Ostara was from Kentucky
and that Lazarus was from Newark, NJ
but he got stuck in traffic for 10 years
on the high roads of rt. 80
there are times
i feel like the only person alive
who feels that
one Bukowski
was enough
he expected me
to be true
though everything about him
was a lie
the true measure
of a civilized society
are the rumors
told by its ghosts
every day
with him
was the last day
for the entirety of my existence
i have wondered why
evangelicals cling so lovingly
to heaven as a tupperware party
and hell as an infinite cesspool of punishment
opposite the sky
…it is for these reasons
they need to believe there is a reward for the suffering humans endure
and
that there exists a place
worse
tailor made for the evil person thriving amongst us
a place for them
worse
than a village filled with the swollen bellies
of fly covered dying children
worse
than one of hitler’s gas chambers
worse
than a vivisection tent during the civil war
where slave women had there genitals
hacked apart by confederate doctors
worse
than the screams and stench of a chicago
slaughter house in 1879
worse
than the hands of a pedophile
worse
than the greasy mouth of a politician
somewhere
worse
than
this
life