Oh dear sweet merciful ungodly beauty so fondly referred to as Mr. Single Barrel Jack

And he put another hole in the wall
humming happy birthday to the kitten
like she was any different
than the rest of us

there was talk of death
and employment
and sex
and I saw a pair of tits
ask if it was ok to bum a smoke
like a wet garbage disposable
gnawing on a golden spoon

I didn't have a lighter
only madness
and kindness
and broken shit
dangling from gods spit
disambiguated on the balcony

I loved it
beautiful creatures
the whole lot of them
neurotic particles of cancerous debris
fictitious
and a shirt that read
flying fcuk

we never can make it to the cake
without disappointing the cats first