Tide coming in, sun coming out. Rotten coconut skull cracked open on the clay earth. Scarf off jacket off, thin layers of fabric revealing inky skin. Snake tattoo looks like he’s swimming through yesterday’s shells.3 April 2019
The bottom was still scarred with rust, I tried to pick it off with my finger-nails like the skin
Left over from a
I have stroked their egos, dressed up for them, painted my face for them (((FOR FREE))) for far too long. Only now, in this employment, am I rewarded for my efforts. Only now am I compensated for the endless, thankless task of Making Men Feel Good.
My only question is: where’s my goddamn backpay?
will there be time to custom-make our age,
brand it with our initials and tie them
tight around our necks?
In another life I am
a malpracticing physician
Rotten under pressure, my training was for naught
It’s a comedy! People die!
You smell the blooming of blossoms, gold streaks sparking off
white petals; it is the smell of new
life, of impossible bliss.
You turn to touch the flaming light