A trashy beach manifesto written sunbathing
is the future of our planet, a kind skyscraper? The free pass
house in the boarded-up brothel, casting no aspersions
on the future, judgements long past, or prayers to the holy
father casting judgement, for He has no hands to feel
eyes to see or heart to beat, being only
a fact of existence, that He’s simply done
what He did is a world worth living
for, beautifully complex variations on one
three-chord structure, the feeling seeped
in splattered paint, subliminally experienced
fractures of society, family and personality
are the background noises
of life, living is the background behavior
of death, or whatever, the fact is
it’s fascinating to be alive, whatever happens
to this planet.
