this one
always arrives at the wrong time
a basically good sort
I suppose
an honest man
but he doesn’t take the 8 count
well
we’re all beaten
but somehow
it’s the manner in which he takes the count
after a visit from him
I am sickened for 3 or 4 days
I give him board and shelter and sometimes
money
but how he snarls and bitches
sucking at my cans of beer
if he expects deliverance in return for what he gives
he isn’t going to get deliverance
because he doesn’t give anything
no light
no love
no laughter no learning
nothing to
remember
the way of this one sickens me
he brings me sorrow when I have sorrow
he brings me madness when I have madness
I am a selfish man
over his last sweaty handshake
I told him I could carry him no longer
now when my soul has to puke
it will puke of its own
volition
and not from a
knock upon the
door.