songs by someone else

pack up my suitcase
-life, i'll

head for
a tunnel at the end
of the light. filing
prayers
into the evening, i slip

a three-dollar bill
into the garter of
my faith and smack her as
she sashays back
behind a curtain.

my aussie boy's got
skinny ankles, bony hands but
lovely shoulders.
and i like that, in a man.

do you know exactly
what the sunset looks
like? you're lucky

you haven't
burned out your eyes.

mine are reliquary, above
this diadem frown. i

gotta get a new
bell to ring,
a new thought each time
i tear off my jeans.

i'm a dealer of holes -

it's the easiest way;
god doesn't always have the best
god damn plans,
does he?