he's signing to draw
a cannibal mauled
a standard form,
free verse worm
who shits out gourds
because his insides worn
eating the field of the fruit
the grows in the valley of evil--
talley the souls of the ghosts
who pretend--life is the beginning,
work the is the end;
death is a promise, dare not forget--
substance holds no weight,
haha, life holds no eloquence
when words spurt and fail
upon blasting off--
paper weights, and feather flakes
fake feathered rubbed ribbed
hot felt pens-- signed names
coming from my home,
checks bouncing in my name,
its such a tedious job,
if you can get it just right
the pay off is fine,
if you can control your mind

the pay off is fine,
for a dream line pipe--
manic sundays
four days till monday
cash flows the days
and even screams in my face,
"in God we trust,"
and in God I can buy,
lust drugs guns and blood,
and in all of the above,
I can buy someone
who decides to find the time
the time to love,
to love the things I want to love.