Land of Smoke and Things
Land of Smoke & Things
you can always walk when you're poor
it's a question of how far
you can always drink when you're poor
it's a question of how much
so much rage over a bag of coffee beans
18 buck-a-pound yirgacheffe too rich for my blood
proletariats go on strike & demand better coffee at the work place
sick & tired of saw dust drip drop acid burn
don't get paid enough to suffer insufficient buzz-ons
but i gotta walk nature ditch trail to shame my pulse into action
hope the sun can do it make me whole because pieces of me
lost to rent & bills & addictions & let downs & fuck-all sing-alongs
callused corporate henna hands crippled & cramped by cut n' paste calligraphy
it's the grind it's the nausea it's the i don't care world of leave me alone i'm
drawing stick figure folk art for eBay just a month's paycheck are you interested
just make me an offer i can't refuse
there's a crazy fucker watching my place at night
he thinks i'm god because i'm dressing as a priest who believes he's god for halloween
if i feed him he won't go away
he may not go away anyway
i watch his converts gather night after night in their fall wardrobes of leaves
carrying goat-bled candle wax torches
this vigil is alarming
my visitors grow fewer as they become unwitting converts
they want my speeches they await my sermons
they await their confessions in the zombie twilight of their denial
the cops are no good because they are one of them now
the movement grows & my stash of wine is low
i'll have to shop soon i'll have to venture out
if i give them want they want maybe they'll leave
if i tell them what they want to hear maybe they'll forget it all
when they discover i'm just one of them:
just another denizen in a land of smoke & things
just another predator that believes unreal dreams
just another waster meditating on renewal
just another prince of men electing kings made out of fools
just another denizen in a land of smoke & things
just another hypocrite debunking reasonings
just another brain-washed soul dirtied by desire
just another unread book awaiting by the fire
by Craig Boehman
from Wolf Gin Sonnets
