Drunken Poem #17

If love was a bum
I'd build him a home
I'd buy him a cheeseburger
And leave him alone.

If art was lady
with sparkling smiles
I'd pick up my pencil
to stab in her eyes

If earth was a basket
with all of us eggs
All pissing and living
in all the same place
I'd build it a cable,
I'd grow it some legs
I'd yell to "get out, gotta save all the brains"
I'd yell to get with it, to give up the games
while I just watch the crawling, the creeping of days.

Or maybe I'd kick it
all over the yard
Stomp them all flat, to little white shards
and eat them for breakfast
blades of grass in my teeth
bits of dirt in the pan
like fish on a beach