I’d like to hit the lottery
pack my things and go
soft beaches-- calm lakes-- peaceful mountains
poetry books in a hot tub of eyelashes
drinking yesterday’s blood as youth for
turning-corner body
sweat lumped beneath giant coffee pot burning empty
dark muk
soaking up sticky jizm dripping fingers
sniff shit-made snuff

will the candles burn?

incense smells of swollen feet
smell of hospital
smell of dirty finger
smell of sin and envy and greed
sipping mouthwash on the mezzanine
of Mt. Rushmore
napalm anthrax AIDS genocide
oil’s big business
hunters killing for.....?

like vaginal dryness
or rotten teeth-- unreversing
craving-- sucking-- f***ing-- fearless.