scraping
bleeding
fucking
anyway to get from monday to tuesday
in a somewhat unscathed fashion
walking almost whole into alleys
desperation is the best friend
of those who sleep in puddles
the rank mildew of humanity
in secret places
holding their breath
emerging from sewers
the underground penthouses of the rotting
streets filling with junkies
whores
and junkie-whores line dancing
doing the downtown shuffle
eyes deep
bones protruding at 90° angles
knees scraped and bruised
the thick aroma of cock on exhalation
we don't have no good times
there is nothing sacred going on here
the price of salvation
rising with property taxes and suburban homes
your prayers don't buy dinner
your faith is not tender we take
the sacrament
body and blood
a full meal for the starving
your righteous indignation and arrogance is not needed
we don't need your gospels
poetry of psalms can't keep us warm
hosanna in the highest
the masterful playwrite and kid are taking off
leaving the bill unpaid
as you slip into your car and lock your door
fearing god's blessed
the book of your truth and hope
your mythology gives no exception for
the troll and the angel captured
melted together in a symphony
the art of life you turn away from
the purulent abscess
the wretched
those oozing on the corners with cups and signs
easily overlooked
the image of god forgotten and hidden
the christ with a needle in his arm