when youre tired enough

                         fuckwhenyouare   nawh  when hewhen he was tired  tired enough

                                                                                                   when he got tired enough early morning  on occasion he went after the calluses on the bottom of his feeton his heels they remainedARE Ohshit brother are they they remained attached to nerve endings tacitly surprising him as he tuggedpeeled  the bleeding surprised him Hohohehehaha ahOuch 

                                         pickingtearing them free brieflyuncomfortable hed lay the irregular strips on his desk  flensedflesh in no time at all they driedwent brittle jerky 

                                                                    tickled him to think how to commodify them some kind of transubstantiation Body of Christ Blood of Christ but wayward of his baptism Church such transubstantiation made him think of Cannibals of Christ Vampires of Christ

                                                         Shoudnt think that wa . .

. . Please woudya shaddup

All Im saying is whaif theres a heaven

It woudnt have me I woudnt go even if I coud slip Peter a Benjamin an hed take it  My eye  him the first in an unbroken succession of popes

                               When women become popes I might pay attention

Yare a blasphemer . .

. . An yer one of my many interior parsons personsMariachi band members  Aware  Lively   Only cuz Im alive

Whereya gonna go when I cash in my chips

an audible gulp

              a deflating sigh   Whamakes ya think Im going anywhere

Parasite You a parasite

No

No

I said no

   An the rest of your cohorts Hanging with me all these years through thick and thin

                                                                                            I believe I believe were all going back to where I came from  Anit aint heaven

shaking their head  Blasphemer

Thawas good

Thank you I like ithavent used it in a long time

The others either

No they woudnt  Its my bit

Bit

We have our bits

                     Comon  yave noticed

Yes I have

Weve figured as much

Yes quite the cadre motley crew

Mariachis

Maraschino cherries

Real maraschinos  not jarred

Not jarred  Real McCoys

Are you flattering us

   I don flatter Yaknow tha

We do we do

                    Where were we

Picking my feet in Poughkeepsie

Awyes A bad habit

They heal up real quick My tenderfoot days are long gone

Were you ever a tenderfoot

his head slipped sidewaysscarcely a noticeable nod

                                                       Hardly My tabula rasa was scribbled all over  which is more than half the reason youse didnt surprise me

Didnthuh

Nah

    Did not

We don know where we came from either

Woudnt think so Spose well go back to from where we came   Ill miss ya if were untethered

Im gettin mistyeyed  Lets not talkbout it

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