Drinkin'' and Singin'' Like Jesus
Job whispered these ears
into wings. They have flown
to flipping card beat,
known that God gambles and comes
without knocks, that he waits
for the weakness of your knees.
I have spent three days on my knees
drawing dirt circles, placing down ears
in their safety, while Lucifer waits
impatiently. He knows my honesty has flown
from me and will evade me until there comes
a time when its wings can no longer beat.
The deity debts are great enough to beat
my winner''s streak and threaten the safety of my knees.
Lucifer lurks in desert hills and comes
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with a lackluster laugh and white, whetted ears.
He brags how his expense account has flown
him to the best brothels, how he never waits.
He wears a plastic jacket filled with dollar bills, waits
for the show girls and their dime-heel clicking beat.
They are strung out thin, like ostriches who have flown
until the ugliness has been stripped from their knees.
He whispers insane gestures into their near positioned ears,
delights at their open expressions, sees who comes.
Impatient night comes
to trade day with neon light that waits,
winks, waits. She lures men with star hung ears
as she hawks the blocks on her beat.
As she and Lucifer agree on a fee, he knees
my groin into groans & asks, "Where have daddy''s angels flown?"
My rolling eyes have flown
to seven, throwing hope that luck comes
to gambling souls who look for life on their knees,
that the sorrowed sign of snake eyes waits
to be omen for deadbeats
and warns them when they refuse to use their ears.
I have grown satellite ears that hear how sand has flown
into patterns with a shifting beat. Each day comes,
a curious better who waits for a woman''s presence between my knees.
- Kat Isacson