Metaphysical Bartering

trade you a buffalo for a U.F.O.     a condom for a child

a kiss for a wish, or a dish of a well struggled mile

you can have my Christ for a story

that separates god from gold and glory

trade you a bible for a pistol     a poem for a riddle 

a list of the parts most missed     for something to miss

you can have my breath for a star

an infinite light burnt out

for a rusty hook to hang it on

trade you some noise for silence    an attractive distraction

for a cost design,     rope to get down

for a mountain to climb

you can have my best kept secret truths

for a well kept cloudy room

full of hustlers, drunks, and whores

who are mothers and lovers to incompetent fathers

trade you a messiah for a natural slaughter

a can of gasoline for your daughter

a town too bright for a light

and a fuse to use in the night

you can have my higher for something soft to land on

a pillow-pan for a dreamier head of laurel

trade you lick for lick     an eye for a tooth

a sucker punch truth best kept in a cloudy room

you can have my bomb for a boom

my soul for a womb

that exits me out a cleaner tomorrow