Category: government and a lack thereof
Poof* Take MY water

believe life begins
at conception
and ends at the moment
an AR-15 is unloaded
into the heads of school children
ATM
They
will sell you
candy cigarettes,
insulin,
Camel Wides,
chemotherapy,
God,
nicotine patches,
life insurance,
and a bronze casket
all
in one lifetime.
don’t you worry, working poor
the richest people
will always have access
to
food
clothing
shelter
sex
god’s offering plate
drugs to feel good
meaningless trophies
abortions too
so go on fighting
about the right
to wear a gun
but not a face mask
in your red Trump hat
and Walmart shoes
thank you for maple syrup
Do you think
Canadians feel like
they occupy
the spacious attic
of hell?
Paris in the rain
a woman’s life
is too tenuous
delicate
billowy
spider web
close call on I-75
in preterm labor
on the way to the
Paris airport
in the rain
fragile
beautiful
precious
sacrosanct
finite
for bad friends
bad family
bad coffee
bad shoes
bad mattresses
bad jobs
bad husbands
bad debt
and bad dick
learn this by 30 for maximum
enjoyment
future
female
conquerors
of a dying planet
if purgatory
is a soup kitchen line
in a catholic church
hell
is serving up grub
on the corner of 8th & vine
southern baptists
pulling up
in their tax exempt jesus wagon
to serve homeless people
hot chili in july
heaven, happens
in Cincinnati
when pigs fly
of thee I sing
the true measure
of a civilized society
are the rumors
told by its ghosts
My poetry is irreverent, prone to sentimentality, and prurient behavior.
My poetry hates your mother.
My poetry worships humanity.
My poetry stuck a finger in your wedding cake.
My poetry made a blonde girl cry in Starbucks.
My poetry wants to overthrow the government.
My poetry misses her father.
My poetry screwed your sister in the back of a Chevrolet.
My poetry can’t sing, but she can dance, baby.
My poetry took a shit in your designer handbag.
My poetry is piss shiver art.
My poetry laughs too loudly.
My poetry thinks god has run out of excuses.
My poetry weeps for the dying world.
But mostly,
My poetry hopes
you’re enjoying the ride.