Jets To Brazil

morning new disease charcoal in bed
boansoaked anemic listen in horror
to the scraping of flatware and china
and saran wrap to stifle libido
air shaft a chasm their lives flung open
sickness is a time for hating your neighbors
in their milk flats with five kids too many
having day sex because they're all daughters
and you're thinking the same two things
over and over again
I am dreaming of a life and I am dreaming of waking up
there's this anger rising cancer in me standing like a wall between
the waking world I seek and this infected plane of sleep
love come like an axe to all this ice and set me free
there's a black rewarding book
beneath this stiff sheet if you look carefully
noise police white hearse tv air wave methadone