When it's done,
all that's left is what
I've carried
I'm an over looked
forgotten brown
oh selfish hedonist
you need me
and will find me
somewhere
Krogers
a State Store
hidden
at the end of check-out lines
smooth and flat.
My progenitors have been
gone for hundreds of years,
but, I'm still here
wasteful wasted
dead as they are
dead as you
You won't remember me
and don't want too
So, cruel
your lessons learned,
narcissistic madness
such bankrupt morality
unfolds
my creases looking
for God
yet you
stuff the Y
of my thighs
with fifths of E & J
or sweaty cans of 211s
then leave
parts of me
under a Canal street bridge
tenting
men in the middle of winter
or
emptied
crumbled
flapped up
against a neighbor's fence.
all that's left is what
I've carried
I'm an over looked
forgotten brown
oh selfish hedonist
you need me
and will find me
somewhere
Krogers
a State Store
hidden
at the end of check-out lines
smooth and flat.
My progenitors have been
gone for hundreds of years,
but, I'm still here
wasteful wasted
dead as they are
dead as you
You won't remember me
and don't want too
So, cruel
your lessons learned,
narcissistic madness
such bankrupt morality
unfolds
my creases looking
for God
yet you
stuff the Y
of my thighs
with fifths of E & J
or sweaty cans of 211s
then leave
parts of me
under a Canal street bridge
tenting
men in the middle of winter
or
emptied
crumbled
flapped up
against a neighbor's fence.