Would give anything to know the name
of anyone in heaven
anyone with a cause, a solution
a supreme function, a delight to share
a vision unlimited, supply demanded
an urgency with stashed cash
for rash getaways
gas for fast crafts and no plans
but to hammer down
anyone with a name, a stake in the game
a case of the gotta-go’s always too
would give anything for the color blue
to spill over everything in infinite shades
from opaque to black and back
{never forgives its rest
never settles or meddles in basements
kept locked with chains too heavy to cut
(keeps a pretty sturdy pair of
bolt-cutters handy)
Prays for more always
as the negotiation of space increases
with the enormity of the population}
would give anything for an irresponsible
callgirl cashflow
a pimp-less checklist all night fuckathon
with various would be criminals
and fathers
if not for reality
would give anything if not for reality
its painfully obvious comforting sting
its agreed upon common denominator
and sharp witted lies
its bloody nose heights
and heavy body (b)lows
its high nineties
and below zeroes
would give anything
for just one taste of that supreme jelly
that drips from that imagined
holy place
its immortal ferment
and omnisticky descent
from soil to belly
