As the Beggar Sings

from the perches of your amorous perfection
the irony of your smile
daggers my wounds

i dream of crying

i can cry tearlessly all the sadness
from the rump of that bitch of the Mediterranean
as she crashes down on my cowed corpse

as the beggar sings

i never buried nobody
never stole no cents
all this judging cuts holes in my flesh

the embrace of darkness' cinders scolds my hollow eyes

flames burn lonesome in the ruins of useless embers

my enemies do not sleep and they hunt in packs
they have large stupid jaws with ugly words hanging from their tongues

my back is an open target
for their venomous darts

evolution had its way

it beat singularity and creativity to death

and now i roam
and now i roam

and now i beg a god could come
from this battered earth
and leave me solace
in the form a lonely poem