HOLE

alone again inside this box
waiting for the woman with
the lisp and forked tongue
to come and dance to the rhythm
of mr moe joe risen
while smoking pipe like the
crack fiend hoe that she is
my inspiration on current events
she speaks of lust and her
dead babies lying on the floor
puddled and muddled about her knees
I ask if one is mine
she says so many are
and asks for help finding them
in our little milky way
one she names vanilla passion
the other purple jesus with sprinkles
we pass them between our lips
and smear our faces like clowns
evil, erotic, vile we laugh
red nosed alcoholics keep vituals
through the worm holes in the walls
we are on display, on parade, insane
she walks away
with a twenty crammed
between her tits
the movie ends
alone again