Be it in exchange for an item when
The price doesn’t just round up to the next
Dollar, or just a handful from your front
Pocket for a beggar wearing a foul
Weather jacket on a hot summer day
Who is trying to make change for his next
Cheap pack of cigarettes or a baggie
Of crack rocks. Every human has the strength
To make change in the universe somehow.
But us kids were smarter then to show off
The new, cozy, air-conditioned hall of
The Church of Lefty. Who could handle the
Wafting odor of an unwashed crackhead
In the house of the lord? We sure couldn’t.
Up to my face like not knowing the grain.
Warn of God’s love and lifetimes of risking
Unwanted caressing of my new love.
I don’t mind experiments of living
Love in a rush to make it into Heaven.
But Hillary is not all love and peace.
She is cunt Jemima. Is living God.
Is this problem surmised. Is as a God
Of love. Love of a beautiful woman.
Love to spot a beautiful woman. Love
On her means. On her fire door. On her
Attempting knowledge. On her beer people
You wanna know. On her Saturday vote.
On her ceiling of black shame. On her meat.
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Cornered by anger
That grabbed her
By the arm and shook
That smashed her face
With two hairy knuckles
Into his words
She tasted his argument
A white hot flash of iron
Static and sour shock
Angry thieves of sanity
Mothers of aggression
Tear drops mix
With crimson and
Drip from the corner of
The elixir of love
It was her fault
He loved her
Her lips dripping
She blots Rorschach
A drenched rose
Bleeding into white tissue
There is still love straight ahead.
He snatched the dollar out and moved on.
One dollar charity and wonder.
In this, the far side of the sidewalk
You have no nice clothes.