The Water is Poison, The Ground is Soft, What the Hell?

blind men
take baths in
the park,

they wear swimming caps
while it rains and
laugh with pigeons
in the
cellar.

dancing alone, Paris is as good as
one apple,
one match,
one dress.

a man dies from too much
love,
cats commit crimes and thrive in the
shrubbery/

citizens condemn their
leaders
and their enemies
equally,

and condemn the god they think exists,
or the god that
doesn’t.

ministers
complain.

mice sniff floors for a deadly taste.
actors fail.
fathers fall asleep.
all feel cheated.

arabs squint their eyes against the gold
whites
flash pocket knives to their wives,
the killers in all of us
blast away our grievances
as quickly
as quickly
as we can.

thank you

thank
for all of it.
thank you for making all of it.