You’d better get yours: smash
& grab & clutch it to
your chest. Stash
what’s left once you’ve
caught your better
angels & stuffed them
in a bucket. Hump your neighbor’s
lover & then
hump your neighbor, too.
The three
of you are screwed
either
way: henceforth you’ll
be trading hotel
rooms for prison
cells.
It’s petty, too
petty, but in such a short
time it’ll be
a sty in the eye
of a dog; the difference
between selected
& collected is the measure
of your worth:
one's empty & the other
a laughing heap
of dust motes, no
two of which are
alike, either, not
that anyone is paying
any attention. You
never had to pay for
poems, but everything
else is so dear
you are selling yourself
to the lowest
bidder & by lowest
we mean nothing.
Nothing nowhere
no-one never
nobody are the saints
in this opera; our
father who art
obliterated--go now
out the flaming-blade
guarded gate
into the flotsam
& the jetsam & get
some so you know that
there's something anything
to be
had.
a sty in the eye
of a dog; the difference
between selected
& collected is the measure
of your worth:
one's empty & the other
a laughing heap
of dust motes, no
two of which are
alike, either, not
that anyone is paying
any attention. You
never had to pay for
poems, but everything
else is so dear
you are selling yourself
to the lowest
bidder & by lowest
we mean nothing.
Nothing nowhere
no-one never
nobody are the saints
in this opera; our
father who art
obliterated--go now
out the flaming-blade
guarded gate
into the flotsam
& the jetsam & get
some so you know that
there's something anything
to be
had.
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