it’s the punchline where you
can’t stop bleeding and he says heforgets the joke but offers you $50 for
a night with your sister
gets you a tank of gas maybe or
enough beer for the weekend and you justgotta finally feel these chromium days
deep down in your veins,
you know?
you gotta run to the edge of the highway
before the crows find the body
listen
i have yet to find a god i would
get down on my knees for
i keep talking the pills
but the pain won’t go away
and i am not the man offering money
and i am not the man receiving itbut i’ve met the sister
was driving to work when I
heard about cobain’s suicide
was sitting in my apartment thinking
about getting high when my mother calledto tell me about my father and i kept
waiting for the punchline
kept hearing small stones hit the
window next to my head
this fifteen year old kid down in the
drive who said he’d seen the face of god
said his sister was on her way over and
this is how we end up lost
this is the year of election in a land
where the starvingare devoured by the obese
where your children spend slow afternoons
torturing and killing dogs in themuddy stand of trees down by the river,
and someone asks how it ever came
to this, of course,
because willful blindness is a gift
because we have always been fond of
the taste of someone else’s blood
and the superheroes are dead in this
age of inevitable despair andthe politicians all just want
to fuck you hard
they don’t get the joke but they
know that you’re the punchline
they know how deep
the knife has gone in
easiest thing in the world,
laughing at someone else’s pain
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