Thank you warmth and shelter sweet.
Thank you water, and food to eat.
Thank you family and precious friends.
Thank you rules that I can bend.
Thank you lies old and new.
Heaven knows I’ve told a few.
Thank you corruption and those two-faced.
God forbid we give with grace.
Thank you poison, thank you weed.
Thank you carnage, gluttony, and greed.
Thank you cancer and fucking final death.
Thanks for our American wealth.
Got no needles,
But she’ll sew up that hem
With her bones.
No thread, neither
But she plucks her hairs and lashes
Til the job is done.
She rings the bell for supper.
Got no meat but there’s
Flesh of breast and thigh.
She don’t talk back
With out a tongue.
The perfect wife.
Look at you. You’re a fool
As anyone your age should be.
Dreamer and schemer, too.
Already you know
The steep price of love
And the power pleasure buys.
You’re greedy and selfish.
(Who can blame you?)
No restraint or qualms.
Your oyster is your oyster,
A golden ticket.
This life will get much harder for you.
Making your own way,
Rejecting anything by the book,
Even the Good Book,
So full of promises, you gag.
But low as you will sink,
(And sink, you surely will)
Peace finds you at the bottom.
Her brown eyes meet mine.
She lifts a hopeful brow in my direction,
She knows my every nuanced move.
The measure of my breath grants her permission.
I turn up the corners of my mouth
And instantly she is by my side.
Her warm, wet kisses are intense and overwhelming.
I pull away,
Not like that, dear.
I search around for my shoes
She is overwhelmed with excitement.
So am I, honestly.
“Ok, girl,” I call,
“Let’s go for a walk.”