i punched god

i punched god

then run like hell

to augusta and 35^th

i owed him

cause times are hard

i looked both ways

and puked

first the demons

then buddha one

then buddha two

i watched the gray bird

pecking at the glass

I wondered

does he see me

or just fucking

his reflection

i debate

my spirit and soul

sucking on the lips

of my ashes

what should i write

love thy neighbor

or his velvet ass

uncomfortabe

tomorrow will be

here before

i want it