Green Flies

Green lights
not on the street.
Green flies.
Maybe it’s Christmas?
Talking to the refrigerator,
trimming my eyelashes
to a reasonable diameter.
“If I was a woman I’d do me”
comes on
-favorite song
of all time
so tongue-in-cheek
tongue in teeth
seems to hurt.

Melodies catch everything but flies.

It seems vodka is the only fuel

and it seems I'm out.

A Mexican baby with Down Syndrome
a black man with a beard
eating chili
from a Kentucky Fried chicken bag
bag bagging bag
stupid as a rainbow hat
stupid as rainbow glasses
stupid as a rainbow doesn't know
where it's going.

The only God I know

The only God I know
is a bitter stinking poet
crouched over a mess of ragged work
ignoring the tiny scythe
dug into his back
and scratching the ant bite
harder