listen

jesus wept at the sight of the babbling fool.

no pity as
he rolled around in the dirt and plucked out his own eyes.

the whore sat on her rock
and smirked
and plotted revenge the following morning

a glimmer of light speckled in the window
and the
sweat
started to percolate
on the cellphone display.

nothing on tv
and nothing to eat -- some scraps for the mailman, some scraps for the junk
delivery

I was
going to tell you,

but
you stopped listening