i had this gross dream
where everyone i ever slept with–
those i recollected and those i dint–
dropped by without callin’
and all at once besides.
they lined themselves up at my front door like chinamen at a train station
(all together like they was in some kind of dumb-ass play)
“we forgive you”
“we have moved on”
“we have found peace”.
well fuck me and call me uncle bob
if i need a row of orange popsicles forgivin me first thing in the mornin.
i said, good for y’all,
and shut the door on ’em.
when i woke up,
it were sunday mornin.
jesus christ on a bicycle,
maybe they are,
but i’m not half serene enough for this shit!
this spiritual lesson delivered in connection with one shoot sunday and this picture here. –coal