moneyboy hungry

I thought upon

my amputation

I would take my body part

home.

Thought I’d pray

for the last time

 before the switchblade

        flicks.                        God, I thought

I

                                                    would be the one who would be

                                                             doing the world undone,

  kiss the silver lady’s lips,

suckle daily on her tongue.

   But Mama told me I’m a street boy, wild-eared, hollow horned

tragic-hero-moneyboy-hungry

  I crawl these streets,

  these unhomed oceans,

I suck my ash-blood bone.