chow mein/more is less (birthday present place holder pt. 5)

reading other people's,
other lover's, love
letters

while smoking
things i make
by hand

and

eating chow mein-

staring at my vein...

[dot, dot, dot]

‘n ain’t it in-sane
these african gods
hidden within
catholic saints?

feel no evil, see no pain

this isn’t a game;

you light my flame; i ignite
yr fuse- one and one plus
another one equals two.

santeria and a margarita,
with big blue ice cubes-

i’m confused;

st. st.

or

st. st.

i mean,

st. elizabeth- what does she
do?

after ingesting then digesting
[after a sorry attempt at a
chew] our first ‘real food’

we cop

an attitude

at the cops

for being
so mean,

for being
so rude,

i mean

what did

we ever do

to

you

miss?

[i think, it seems that st. elizabeth
probably- most likely- has nothing
to do

with

forgiveness]

regardless,

for give me?

more is less.