The plague of pithy humanity
Gathered around watching the Cotton Bowl
On denim colortubed televisions
I had the displeasure of biting into two hour old Salisbury Steak.
As an 8 month old screamed for drunk mommy.
I went through the Hepatitis alleyway
Broken bottles with glass stuck in my veins.
I see the glares of the red haired neighbor
Judging me for my lack of a muscular frame.
In a race of door to door shopping carts
Jehovah Witness families dressed like dynamite
Watchtowers overflowing into the gutters
And they wink and I stutter
Like the atheist in the view of the Kingdom
I watch the dirty minded factory junkie
Play sexual hits on his flattening lyre.
And my city just grows like a mushroom
While the sun blinds you into a claustrophobic stare of a red room –
With sweaty curtains.
Where all the muttonchop arsonist boyfriends hide
Keeping them from daddy, and his bounty hunting hellos
So, I’d rather walk in polluted chicken grease rainfalls home,
Or watch the snakes swim under the bridge.
I want a kiss of less misery
And stop watching the explosions of clouds in my head.
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