Ready to fuck up heaven

Wake up

each day

as though you’re

straight from hell

ready to fuck up heaven

if it gets in your way,

and then,

create paradise.

*

There was a poet

I knew who paid

for their living with poetry

because she printed

each stanza, each line

and rhyme

on a hundred dollar bill

and the act of defamation

made her famous,

convincing people

that the work was art

that was worth the

price.

*

A woman can put

you on your knees

but you can do the same

to her,

which is what she is doing,

and I am forced back to my nubby pads

and she tells me this doesn’t work

and I say I’m sorry

and she says it is okay, it is okay

until she leaves

and I crumple to the floor

because it’s colder there

and heat must follow a gradient;

warmth is sacrificed,

always.