i punched god
then run like hell
to augusta and 35th
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