A friend once said
hell is either an endless loop at the DMV
or cyclical contract negotiations with lawyers
what a fuckwit.
hell is
living week to week
with no warmth beneath
decrepit and gaunt feet
toiling as those of your stock
but not of your flock
stare at screens, pattering
up a ladder made of calcified greed
acting as if your flesh
is a statue unseen.
carcasses of capitalism
swept street to street
help is a hole
where none of them
can hear the jarring weep
of those drowning to sleep.








