finish the job, lazy ass

no matter how intently i focus on getting things accomplished, i find that i am often distracted. there are so many things to stray my attention toward. the bottom line is, there is not enough order in the world for me to complete every task i undertake.

it is just fucking impossible.

finish the job, lazy ass

never a blank look, for

there’s work to be done


shots to be fired and
peoples’ jobs to lose-

every time we downsize
an SUV gets its wings
and the seemingly insignificant
happenings will appear
much brighter in High-Definition

and since my hometown is
a basement gone digital, i am ready to convert

still,
there is work to be done

messiahs to bribe and
accomplishments to be stolen

there’s constructs in our heads
that need names-
let’s call them all deities and pretend they talk,

convince ourselves that
we aren’t lonely, just concerned

just connected,
bound by rope to the trees we remove

drowned by the ash from
the bones we burn
and
there’s work to be done

there are things to make
DEAD
and air to be blessed with
our routine breathing

there’s an empty part
of every bed
and there are lungs next to
that heart, you know-

there’s a bitterness in the brain
and love that
has died like stars do


there are flowers that
wilt and whither before
they are given,
kept wrapped and dry as a reminder

that always,
there is work to be done