I snort ascorbic acid because of you
Because of you
it’s my everyday sun
This languid depression
These languid incantations
These humble blood transfusions
could not replace the hateful words
you said
to disassemble me
This lost generation
The one that’s begotten
The one between purpose and money
The one by the park earlier today
forgot the sun up there
so
I go down to chat with the homeless
man
John Two Axes
who played an Indian in
Dances With Wolves
Because I have forgotten the sun
and need something else in my blood
Humble, Humble Love 