Greetings

Incense, Myrrh.
You filthy cur.
You sullen sow.
I know how

You squashed your seeds,
With begs and pleads.
Just dirty deeds
In the weeds.

I’m no better.
A gone go getter.
An unsigned letter
To the Pope.

Piss up a rope.
Burn down the barn.
No cause for alarm,
Tonight or ever.

These ties that sever,
Our last endeavor
As caring mates.
Though bearing straits

Cannot channel
Your tattered flannel
Pretension,
A vivid section, sliced

In coolers put on ice
To carry your organic sacrifice:
Eyes, heart, kidney, lung.
Let’s face it you’re really not so young.

At least you’re still among the needy.
And since I’m now not feeling greedy,
Please accept my donation.
A veritable veneration.

A cingular sensation.
A colloquial consecration.
This card for all occasions.
Best Wishes

​xo


10/10/21