You have good judgment;
But I have mercy.
While you were sleepingI looked over you
I stood on a balcony
On some crystal street
Near el Camino
I danced in my poncho
My peekaboo poncho
They Beatses us because they love us
And they want us to all be dead
Or just quiet
Tic tock bang bang.
They kill us because they care.
You get no resurrection of the saints
On account of your worth.
Because you’d kill them too
Tick tock bang bang.
Or just watch the others
Tsk tsk – shame shame
How awful our mote is
And the beams too
We cannot see well
But we must keep up the motion,
Cuz tick tock. Bang bang.
No one dares remember how love is.
Snotty and gross doesn’t scare her,
Not even poo or pee or screaming old people who throw food at her.
It’s the judgment.
You have created your own reality.
And I feel your fear.
But I see bigger.
I knew I could slip anytime. My hands shook as I tried to unlock the door. Even two of them. Breathe. I would.
But then I couldn’t see.
And so it seemed better to warm myself with a Marlboro – menthol to burn more – and chase it with the spice that was legal then.
But my prayer is like a dance.
I close my eyes and I take all the warmth I need
And give it to the dying.
That they may pass in peace like one day I will.
I looked over you my planet.
How can someone die and be alive?
What is all that jibber jabber about, Antione?
I passed over the beds in the hospitals – I pulled out their darkness and I gave them light.
I watched the smoke of my ciggies and spice ~
They said God can do anything.
But they said well we can too.
I said what’s god and anything?
They said tick tock
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