It's winter here again
The streets are hard like the times.
My landlord came by yesterday
twitchy and out the blue says
he's gonna raise my rent.
I tell him to go fuck himself
and he replies "to you too
but have my money by the first John."
There's a panic in the city
pandemonium right beside the park where I live.
Junkies kick rocks on the street
street sweepers miss their debris.
The pigs have swallowed a shipment of slop
they say this one shakes right to the top
the pink fucks pose with their catch
in the local paper no one reads.
The city is dry, the park a desert of moon eyes.
My arm is thirsty for a taste of a forget me not.
A ten dollar score is now twenty five
a five dollar whore raises her price just the same
thieves are on the loose like animals in central zoo let free.
Everyone trying to score, get more of what isn't there.
People say it's an election year that's why.
I ask what election?
No one seems to know, no one cares
everyone just trying to score
taste what isn't there.
There's a panic in the city
foreman says there's no work for idle hands
I start to get nervous see
I'm a germ without my medicine
a devil without my daily fix.
I got a girl with me, a freckly redhead
who I love to bits
but she starts to looks at me funny,
and I look at her funny, twitchy. I see the panic set in.
She says "Just until we get situated again."
They have the days and I the nights,
in bed getting straight together.
Sometimes I listen in the bathroom
and fight the green cannibal.
How long can this go on I ask them?
"Probably two more months, until the election,"
they say. I ask what election?
No one seems to know, no one cares.
Everyone trying to score,
everyone just trying to not get sick.
My girl is going on twenty four
tomorrow her birthday I know, I remember
I wanted to surprise her with an engagement ring
but not anymore, It's not like I remember.
We get tossed out the apartment
I start to toss her around a few times a week
I know some people with a couch we can stay.
I hate myself more each day.
I told her "I'm sorry. I'm a germ without my medicine,
a devil without my fix."
I get my shit together, swallow my pride
and start working for my brother.
He's a boss pushing to the pushers
A pimp telling women the price
of their most private parts.
He looks at my honey funny, twitchy.
A few days later we're in heaven
it's like the hell of winter never happened.
We laugh again
slum down like spoons half dead again
and for those days frail love was precious.
Still, only God forgives not pigs.
They want her to squeal but she won't
they threaten a nightingale with a cage
for two to three over a bug like me.
My bird don't sing.
My brother is hit in a raid
crippled from the neck down
and we descend to depths beyond
like cast away angels.
Next week I'm picked up on a run
she stands outside beside an head porcine
not a sign in her bright green eyes.
She's cries as the lights fade in the night.
Six months later the panic is over
the governor "whoever" was elected in a landslide.
She waits for me outside
blowing in her palms to keep warm
I touch them to mine. Free...
YOU ARE READING
IN HEAVEN - everything is fine
PoetryPoems from yesterday. Written from when the house is asleep and my mind is at rest. Poems about what I'm feeling some are good. I'll try to do more and consistent even if not many people read them.
