Time is destiny’s bitch!
Mother to boot.
Daring us, the pigeon whores,
to fly away with the cock of the world
like a worm at our behest.

So let us, the ones with no name,
explode with vision
and see the pigeons as we are
rats with wings,
obscenities with grace,
running sacred, dishes washing themselves,

through a building never entered.
When finally get there, bleeding,
that one true freedom’s an asshole that’s never been wiped,
staring crust-eyed and vagrant
long past it’s time to be seen.
Mother or not,
most time can do is move on.

     -- Caine 

I’ve read her legend,

TAMMY GIVES GOOD HEAD (389-0862)

And now, having known the geometry of her numbers,
she appears to me in patterns,
through last call lights, ruffled and pink.
With her hair at the right height she looks like an angel,
lips poised to sing the glory.
In the speedometer lights I can see why they love her.

     -- Caine 
 
 

A few years back,
Jack and Dean picked up a hooker,
3am, drunk and daisy.

When they were done, her father
rapped on the door and cried,
"I forgive you my sweet angel"

Still undressed, she replied,
with her hand again on Jack's dick,
"I'm everybody's angel now, 
forgive yourself".

     -- Caine 
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