Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Cocaine/Heroin's More Popular Than Jesus Now
Pocket the billiard ball as you/I sip coffee,
one hand on my cue stick, another palm on a wall,
why do you say I always lean on divinations?
I'm jobless, tactless, tasteless with dubious
religiosity that forgives you, bastion of hope and
ticket to the moon; always swoon when I see
you, even as death crimsons in lively parodied
fathomless depths like submarine sandwiches, belie
the Beatles were here in '66. Did you see John?
Someone was aloof, another infantile, despite
curmudgeons and pantheons devouring my life. Then
you came along, took me to spoon it up, Jesus.