I’ve never viewed the earth from on top
I’m not a satellite, an F-85, or God.
Just another right handed old man
cane in hand, garbage sifter after midnight.
Homeless in Havana Florida
waving at passers-by and dead people.
Jesus is cleaning our swamp
still waiting for his infidel wife to pass his way.
He smiles crookedly for she is barren, broken, and busted.
But a slight twitch of the face is noticed when he learns
she’s flying first class overnight to Trieste,
a small city of hope when all hope is gone.
If losing expectations is necessary for keeping ones’ soul
I’ll stay in the vulgarity of the valley holding what’s left
of a rich man’s dinner, smiling life is good today.