we're the most magnificent species in the known universe
though we have stated the tapeworm is pretty cool too

we can take bottles of whatever from anywhere and
slide them into secret pockets of our messenger bags

when sam 'short dawg' ODs on heroin atop his mom's
grave we leave candles with labels of saints or Christ

when spirituality is left hollow from drugs or money
or fucking we fuck or take drugs or spend money and

wait for a time when our watch again strikes the 1/5th
hour to kiss a chronically imploding sense of the 'self'

I'll lug the guts into the neighborhood--stray them in the
tired old asphalt along with all these crinkled ole receipts