American Heartland Vol II - Hunter Gatherer

I am a creature
of an extinct tribe.
175 pounds
175 pounds over weight.
I fall into tar pits
and end up resurrected
by the next morning sun light.

I give blood to the moon
and offer water to the sand,
the sweat of my brow
stains the floors
during faithless hours
in Purgatory U.

I sustain my spirit
by living life on the edge
with a thread
clinging to a collar
where seconds are more like hours
and failure
doesnt offer
another helping hand.

God damn
this beautiful sky
cutting through the blinds
into my rapidly expanding pupils
and this bed made for two
that nests more pets
than people.

I am the procrastinator
the cursed one
with high hopes
and self destructive patterns
low patience and too much sense
but never enough change.

im destined
for great things
like the atomic bomb
and the dead astronauts
who still watch and wait.
for the love
of just one final embrace.

Maybe its my blood
filled with heavy metals
and toxic waste
alkaline waters
from the run off
of Cuban beaches.

Or the pompous fortitude
of the Scandinavian northern
desolate winter survivor.
iceberg son
drifting into the darkness
hoping to strike home
reaching out
and feeling the oil
from her cold steel chest
cover me
as she sinks
deeper to her knees
and tells me


all those lives
are worth it
for me.

i would eat every heart
and let the salt water
flood in.