Planet

The piles of evictions

and bankrupcy papers

make for great firewood--

I’ve been constantly

sucking on this pack

of manufactured tobacco

Like God’s tiny cock

And I contemplated

upon a coat hanger

aborting Jesus

Get this toxic fetus out

before it reaches

            singularity

I’ve spread my legs enough

for the sake of

humanity’s pleasure

Even shaved my forest bush

shot poison into my river veins

I guess I’ll just keep on whoring;

                  keep on digging

through your non-recycled

expired dumpsters for food;

            keep on

wearing news paper hats and

drinking the rot in the atmosphere

(Is this how you treat your mother too?)