Full of Pity!

Now that the Saylors are all hogtied by the blacktop, 

The evening takes a swing at a red-cheeked nobody. 

The one-line sky goes hazy from the tits down 

& romance goes cocaine-wigged 

Down a hundred spit valves. 

The nectar of good Christ 

Comes sticky out the Jesus freak 

& a sad excuse of a man lies pooh-bear by an open window. 

Some thin thing spits from the sill 

& the pooh-man fool slicks it past the ear. 

The dumbshow quicks + quicks, 

My heart is fat-heavy-metalled by it all, 

& the Lord’s kingdom is just a Thursday afternoon. 

…I wring my voice out all full of pity 

& let my sorry words go racked & sputtering into the crowds. 

Written by Alfred Swann. 

The sad + serious world must be kicked and spat on until it is unserious + joyful.