I

from the throne
he sees only checkerboard tactics
from little mice with dynamite in their mouths
& cauldrons full of jealousy
we serve falsely
until the knife can be reached
that is life –
with or without a virus
the man comes home
earlier than expected
to find out his 15 year marriage is a sham
a woman sells everything she has
to jump continents for a man
who craves money
we breathe in & out
& eye each other like mutts
true good deeds fly by like comets;
we just drink to it & wonder
fists clench & teeth crack when our hearts are rocked
men sit in smokey rooms and discuss it
the dogs wait outside and help them stumble home
the taxi drivers feel your pockets
life feels like a war sometimes
with your mind
& your heart, wife, wallet, addiction, demons
& chosen saviour
jesus was who i selected & everyday i hear him creak
& threaten to collapse in on me
for we talk too much & say things we shouldnt
lay our eyes on breasts & ass & pussy
until our little rods swell
we like money and tasting things that kill us
we’re hopeless at not being snakes
its a mongrel world
pedigrees get eaten and left on the riverbank
we pick our gums and count money
the sun burns the skin but never seems to rise
the smoke rises from coal fires but never warms the soul
we roll the dice on everything
& aim our cannons at the gods

relentlessly