with the grey ghosts
with red eyes
until he pukes
he spits and cusses
at the birds
he pisses anywhere
he feels to leak
he kicks down doors
seeking the face of his god
denying his existence
with venomous word
and dead thought
he shoots for the stars
anywhere he can find a vein
he wastes away
in a green haze
you seen god
he’s the flasher
on the corner
the priest who is waiting
the killer stalking prey
the deer shot in the heart
what fool would
chase his own ass
the donkey wants
the carrot
not until he stops
does it swing his way
then a bus hits him
one day the poetic bum
fell down hard
laying there in the grass
a child sang a song
a flower bloomed
dogs barked
and for once
the poet truly saw
through bloodshot eyes
and a bitchin headache
how much he hated life
how much he hated that song
when would it all stop
this is the best it gets
the way is no way
when you try to leave
you always arrive again
the poet drinks by moonlight
and always ends up where
he last felt his heart beat
