spliff

every time you mourn a republican
a kitten chokes to death
and it’s back to school
in the smoke of productivity
there’s a pillow in a trash can
in front of my building
houses are for sale up & down
the make-believe
what do you want
a new career
a box fan in the window
a box of old how-to
books on proof
in the pudding
a televised-ass life
gas mileage alone
in the dark
a last laugh that lets you
sleep
and beyond what dollar
do you stop meaning
what you say
and wake up on a cruise
where the ocean says leave me alone
from the gutted prayer
in your throat
proving your puppethood
enough to renounce
the profit motive
forever
so we can be friends
and i can stop trying
to solve
my own murder
which is a real drag
since i’m still alive
waiting in line
for my certificate of salvage
from the department of motor vehicles
on a tuesday
if i have to scrape out
someone else's dream
to bury it properly
i will scrape out
someone else's dream
to bury it properly