World ain’t built on dollar bills

Or: Mine did

Drunks make for gods who live centuries. Hardy preachers
on the yeast sacrament. From there it’s all a dive down,
heaving in your head when the morning made a basset hound
shit in your mouth for all your lessons ever did you
in. Open that mouth, which will curl in middle age,
extend that tongue, which never gave you a real good
time or convinced you of the words you gargle with.
Even Moses ate pussy, woke up early, and built things.
He dragged his tongue along Mt. Sinai and wondered
just what new neuroscience this bearded character waxes
on about, when the desert sun eats him and he shakes it
in his eyes, brown as beef, like its hand didn’t burn his.


~ by Jeremy on June 28, 2012.

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