Drowned opiate swirl-
sun sets; blot of blood
seeping between hairy toes
of a Southern simplophile.
Clutching frayed leather
to a withered pair of titties
Neither this man nor his parents sinned,
rose quartz glasses, slow slide
down the hump bridged nose.
In the beginning there was-
Senile hands, a few billion atoms
and a bloody big bang.
In the beginning there was
surrounded by girls in dogstooth dresses
serenading Sunday’s with flowers in their hair.
Another of god’s giftwraps
forgive them, for they know not what I do